"Sold! And by a kid at that!" groaned Bob Tripp settling down
despairingly into his office chair.



CHAPTER XIV

TEDDY WRITES A LETTER

"I'm only a beginner," mused Phil Forrest, as his car spun along
at a sixty-mile gait. "And I'm green, and I have a whole lot to
learn, but if Bob Tripp catches up with Car Three, now, he will
have to travel some!"

The next town was made quite early in the afternoon.
Phil, however, did not settle down to wait for another day.
He had wired the liveryman in the next town to meet his car,
so, immediately upon arrival, he bundled his billposters off on
the country routes.

"Work as far as you can before dark, then find places to sleep
at a farmhouse. Do the best you can. We must be out of these
yards before noon tomorrow, and as much earlier as possible.
If you can post by moonlight do it, even if you have to wake
the farmers up along the line to get permission."

The men were well-nigh exhausted, but they rose manfully to
the occasion. They realized that there was a master hand over
them, even if it were the hand of a boy inexperienced in their
line of work.