To do it then and there invited a dislocated shoulder when he
struck the hard ground. And then again there was that ugly, shiny
thing which Jim had taken such deliberate pains to show him; he
did not fancy being used for a target.

"How far along are we now?" asked Jim, close to his ear.

"About five miles out of Fayette, I think?" replied Frank, who had
frequently come over this some course on his wheel, and knew the
country well.

"Huh! that's encouraging. Keep her going like she is, bub. You
seem to know how to run a machine, all right. Steady! there comes
something ahead. Give 'em the horn, boy, and steer to the right,
d'ye hear! Not a peep as we pass, remember!"

Again came that wicked punch in the small of Frank's back.

"I'll remember," he said, hastily, as he turned as far out as the
nature of the road permitted, and at the same time caused the horn
to give a few croaks.

It was another auto approaching, as the several lights announced.
Frank's heart seemed to be in his throat as the two machines
rapidly approached each other. What would he not have given for a
chance to shout out, and tell the parties who were in the other
car that he was held under duress, and compelled to play the part
of chauffeur to these fugitive rascals; but he dared not, with
that desperate wounded man right at his back.