soon as the road was entirely clear the two touring cars were started up.
"Hope you have a nice time clearing away that other stuff," remarked Phil to Nat Poole and his cronies, as the machine passed on.
"Don't you crow,—we are not done with you yet!" shouted Merwell, and Jasniff shook his fist at the departing cars. Nat Poole felt so humiliated he turned his gaze in another direction.
"It was a lucky thing that that roadmaster came along when he did," remarked Sam, when the scene of the encounter had been left behind. "If he hadn't showed up I don't know what we should have done."
"Maybe we would have had a fight," returned Ben.
"Oh, I am glad it didn't come to that!" cried Jessie, and her face showed her relief.
"Wonder what became of the racing car and Pete Barnaby?" questioned the shipowner's son.
"Perhaps Barnaby went ahead to make more trouble for us!" said Dave. "We had better be on our guard," he called to Roger.
"I'll follow you at a safe distance, as I did before," answered the senator's son.
The Falls were passed, and then they commenced to ascend a long hill, leading to Lookout Point. Just before the spot was reached they took to
