"I shouldn't want to go over the edge around here," remarked Frank, as he glanced down the rugged slope.
"It's a hundred-foot drop. You'd be smashed to pieces before you ever hit the shore."
"I'll say! It's best to stay in close to the cliff. These curves are bad medicine."
The motorcycles took the next curve neatly, and then the boys confronted a long, steep slope. The rocky cliffs frowned on one side, and the embankment jutted far down to the tumbling waves below, so that the road was a mere ribbon before them.
"Once we get to the top of the hill we'll be all right. It's all smooth sailing from there to Willowville," remarked Frank, as the motorcycles commenced the climb.
Just then, above the sharp put-put of their own motors, they heard the high humming roar of an automobile approaching at great speed. The car was not yet in sight, but there was no mistaking the fact that it was coursing along with the cut-out open and with no regard for the speed laws.
"What idiot is driving like that on this kind of road!" exclaimed Frank. They looked back.
Even as he spoke the automobile flashed into sight.
It came around the curve behind and so
