with the gas-wheels. Saw you comin' along, and Flimsy said it would be a
good joke to make you fellers think somebody was sick in the woods.
Then, when we seen you all go by, I said to him, 'Let's run a couple of
them machines down the road a bit, just to tease the boys.' Flimsy he
rode one once in his travels, and so we jumped on. The rest is history,
and I got the map that goes along with it, on me face."

"What say, boys? Shall we let it pass?" asked Frank, winking at his
chums.

Jerry, for reply, started to fire the revolver he held, until the
entire six shots had been discharged.

"Here! Take your gun, mister, and next time don't be so quick to pull it
on a stranger. Think what would happen to you if you'd fired and hit one
of us? Some time you may even be glad that Bluff, here, was so quick
with his stick."

He handed the empty weapon over to the tramp printer, who let his head
fall, as though really ashamed of his action.

The boys started back to where the other machines had been left, while
the two men slunk into the shelter of the woods, to patch up their hurts
as best they might.

"Say! that was a queer ending to a rescue, wasn't it?" asked Bluff.

"I only hope my picture comes out all right. It ought to show Frank
sitting on top of Hank, while Bluff and Jerry surround the other tramp,
who is on his knees, aiming his old gun. Then my machine is lying there.