"That's right," said Harry. "That's what I meant, too. Now let's
see. I think that's all. Good thing we came up when we did or
he'd have cut the tires to ribbons. And there are a lot of things
I'd rather do than ride one of these machines on its rims -- to
say nothing of how long the wheels would last if one tried to go
fast at all."

He tried the engine; it answered beautifully.

"Now is there a telephone in your father's house, Jack?"

"Sure there is. Why?" for Jack was plainly puzzled.

"So that I can call you up, of course! I'm going after Graves.
Later I'll tell you who he is. I'm in luck, really. He took
Dick's machine -- and mine is a good ten miles an hour faster. I
can race him and beat him but, of course, he couldn't know which
was the fastest. Dick's is the best looking. I suppose that's
why he picked it."

"But where is Dick?"

"That's what I'm coming to. They may have caught him but I hope
not. I don't think they did, either. I think he'll come along
here pretty soon. And, if he does, he'll have an awful surprise."

"I'll stay here and tell him --"

"You're a brick, Jack! It's just what I was going to ask you to