to be frightened.

"Come now. Start up that machine and haul the log out of the
way," demanded Tom again.

"I won't do it!" retorted the red-haired lad impudently.

"Yes, you will," insisted our hero, and he took a step toward the
bully. They were out of the clump of bushes now and in the
roadside ditch. "You let me alone," almost screamed Andy, and in
his baffled rage he rushed at Tom, aiming a blow.

The young inventor quickly stepped to one side, and, as the bully
passed him, Tom sent out a neat left-hander. Andy Foger went down
in a heap on the grass.


CHAPTER V

A TEST OF SPEED

Whether Tom or Andy was the most surprised at the happening would
be hard to say. The former had not meant to hit so hard and he
certainly did not intend to knock the squint-eyed youth down. The
latter's fall was due, as much as anything, to his senseless,
rushing tactics and to the fact that he slipped on the green
grass. The bully was up in a moment, however, but he knew better
than to try conclusions with Tom again. Instead he stood out of
reach and spluttered: