and it's heading right for the next farm."
A long wagon rumbled slowly toward the boys. A lean and solemn farmer perched om the front seat, half asleep. The horses dawdled along.
"That's Lem Billers—the laziest man in nine counties," said Chet. "Watch me have some fun with him."
Chet took from his pocket an automobile horn. He had originally bought it for the roadster but had not had time to instal it before the car was stolen. The horn was of a new type, very small, yet it had a particularly raucous shriek.
The Hardy boys grinned as they saw Chet step out into the road and swing himself lightly up on the back of the wagon. Mr. Billers was bringing some supplies back to the farm and Chet was hidden from view by a bag of flour.
As the wagon rumbled past, Chet sounded the automobile horn.
It shrieked sharply and insistently.
Mr. Billers, being a lazy man, did not even look behind. He simply tugged lightly at the reins and the horses edged over to the side of the road.
Having heard the horn, Mr. Billers expected an automobile would pass. But when no car flashed by he turned indolently in his seat and looked behind. The roadway was clear. There
