wagon and the sedan. A constant chorus of automobile horns sounded. Angry drivers roared at the officer to clear the road.
Constable Riley threw up his hands in disgust.
"Get on your way, both of you," he commanded. "I can't stand here arguin' all afternoon."
And while Lem Billers, wondering whether his eyes or his ears had deceived him, drew his horses to the side of the road and muttered strong threats of vengeance against the chauffeur, the traffic tangle gradually abated. When he finally resumed his journey, the Hardy boys could see Chet Morton lying limply in the back of the wagon with tears of laughter running down his face. As for Frank and Joe, they laughed all the way home and during supper that evening their spasmodic outbursts of chuckles puzzled their parents extremely.
