shot ahead of the red one containing the motor boys.

By this time one circuit of the track had been completed, and a start
made on the second lap.

"Think we're catching up?" asked Bob, as Jerry cautiously fed the
engine a little more gasolene.

"Well, we're holding our own," was the answer of the steersman, "and I
think we're catching up to the yellow car again. If we pass that I'm
not so sure but what we can come in a close second to Noddy."

"I don't want to come in second," spoke up Ned. "I want to beat him."

"So do I," replied Jerry, "but it's not going to be so easy. Our car's
doing well, but we can't expect wonders of it."

"The race isn't over until you're at the finish tape," said Tom
Jennings. "Keep on, boys, I'd like to see that Nixon chap beaten. He
thinks he owns the earth."

For two miles there was no change in the position of the cars. Then
slowly, very slowly, Jerry saw that his red machine was overtaking the
yellow car. Inch by inch it crept up, the steersman of the rival car
doing his best but failing to get more speed out of the engine.

"Too bad we have to pass you!" cried Jerry, as he careened past the
yellow machine.

"That's all right," sung out the steersman good-naturedly. "Beat that