The red auto that had run down the yellow-bearded man was behind them.
Its occupants were shouting and sounding their horn impatiently for
the right of way.




CHAPTER XII.

MAKING ENEMIES.


The road was narrow where they were, and unless the boys' machine was
run to one side of the road there was no chance for the red machine to
pass. Jack made it clear that he didn't intend to let them.

He paid no attention to the shouts that came from behind.

"Hey, you kids, with that queer-looking car, get off the road and give
a real machine a chance to get by," shouted the driver, he who had
been addressed as Bill.

Jack did not turn his head.

"I'll knock your head off if you don't turn out--and turn out quick!"
came another shout.

Still the boys did not pay any attention. In this order they came into
Nestorville. Lined up, with a look of stern determination on his
face, and with his nickel star of office newly polished, was Chief