The Boy Allies on the Firing Line by Clair W. (Clair Wallace) Hayes
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For a brief moment Hal paused to listen. The sound became louder. Hal sprang toward his bicycle. "Come on!" he cried, and leaped into the saddle. "Motorcycles! We are pursued!" Chester was hardly a second behind him, and the two lads were again riding madly along the road. Fortunately there were many curves in the highway, and this fact prevented their pursuers from sighting them from any great distance. Hal suddenly brought his bicycle to an abrupt stop and jumped to the ground. Although not knowing what plan Hal had in his mind, Chester immediately did likewise. The spot where they had alighted was in the midst of a clump of trees, and quickly the lads drew their bicycles in among them, hiding them from sight of the road. Then Hal turned, and, with Chester close behind him, dashed back in the direction from which they had come, taking care to keep well within the shelter of the trees. And now Chester made out the object of his friend's wild dash. It was a farmhouse, setting well back from the road. Chester had not detected it as they sped by, but Hal's keen eyes had singled it out as a possible refuge. "We'll have to take a chance of the occupants being friendly," Hal told his friend, as they ran toward the house. "If they will allow us to hide here until night, we may be able to get back to our lines safely." |
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