and all that--to say nothing of the dangers our friends ran.
Birdie Lee said she'd never forget what they suffered."

"I don't blame her. Well, maybe they haven't got straightened out
enough yet to feel like writing. But it sure is nice here, and I
don't mind if we stay another week or so," and he looked up the
pleasant valley, on one side of which was perched the farmhouse
where the two moving picture boys had been spending their
vacation.

"It sure is nice," agreed Blake. "And it's lots more fun since we
got this motor cycle," for they had lately invested in the
powerful vehicle on which they had made many trips about the
surrounding country.

As Blake went to put the machine in the shed, which their
farmer-landlord had allowed them to use, Joe turned to glance back
along the road they had come.

The farmhouse was set up on a little hill, above the road, and a
glimpse of the highway could be had for a long distance. It was
the sight of something coming along this thoroughfare that
attracted Joe's attention.

"What are you looking at?" asked Blake, returning after having put
away the motor cycle.

"That horse and buggy. Looks to me as though that horse was
feeling his oats, and that the fellow driving him didn't know any
more about handling the reins than the law allows."