But Zeke Tipson's face was stinging where some of the earth had landed with unwonted force, and he was in no humor to stand any of Nat Wingate's threats. The words were hardly out of the speaker's mouth when he once more sprang toward him, with uplifted stick.
Nat was far from being taken unawares, and this time he used commendably good judgment in his actions. He sprang nimbly to one side, and, despite the handicap of his wet clothing, began to travel over the ground at an astonishing rate. The incident was thus abruptly closed, for Zeke's clumsy movements were in striking contrast.
"He's fast as one of them new-fangled flying machines," observed the "Major," unable to repress a smile. "And I wager he won't care for no perlice to find out what he done."
At this instant, a figure was seen hastily approaching from the direction of the woods.
"My goodness, it's father!" exclaimed Bob.
[CHAPTER IV]
A TRIAL TRIP
The extraordinary appearance of Nat Wingate was, of course, observed by Mr. Somers, but the gentleman did not have his curiosity immediately gratified. He was surrounded by the members of the Rambler Club, and the hearty expressions, appreciative of his kindness, which poured from the boys' lips must have been very gratifying.
He explained that the mysterious letter had been written by his chief clerk, and further told them that for a long time he had contemplated the purchase of a motor boat.