Then the automobile disappeared from sight around the curve ahead, roaring away in a cloud of dust.
"The road hog!" gasped Joe, as soon as he had recovered from his surprise.
"He must be crazy!" Frank exclaimed angrily. "Why, he might have pushed us both right over the embankment!"
"At the rate he was going I don't think he cared whether he ran any one down or not."
Both boys were justifiably angry. On such a narrow, treacherous road there was danger enough when an automobile passed them traveling at even a reasonable speed, but the reckless and insane driving of the red-headed motorist was nothing short of criminal.
"If we ever catch up to him I'm going to give him a piece of my mind!" declared Frank. "Not content with almost running us down he had to shake his fist at us."
"Road hog!" muttered Joe again. "Jail is too good for the likes of him. If it was only his own life he endangered it wouldn't be so bad. Good thing we only had motorcycles. If we had been in another car there would have been a smash-up, sure."
The boys resumed their journey and by the time they had reached the curve ahead that enabled them to see the village of Willowville lying in a little valley along the bay beneath
