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The popular adventure story in 20th century.This is one of the Motor Boy series.Example in this ebookCHAPTER ITWO QUEER MEN“Don’t try it Jerry, you can’t make it.”“Yes, I can Bob. There’s more room than you think. Besides, the hay is soft.”“No, don’t, Jerry. We’re in no hurry,” put in the third member of a trio of boys in a big touring car that was skimming along a pleasant country road behind a load of hay. “Don’t do it!”“Say, I’m tired of taking in all that fellow’s dust,” returned Jerry Hopkins. “Hold fast fellows, here we go!”He pressed down the accelerator pedal of the machine and headed the car for a narrow space that showed between the load of hay and the side rails of a bridge that the farm wagon was just crossing.It was a rather small opening to get through but Jerry was a skillful steersman, and, as he had said, he had traveled behind the load of hay so long, breathing the dust kicked up by the plodding horses, that he was tired of it. The driver had been obstinate and would not pull over, and this was the first chance Jerry had had to pass.“You’ll have a smash!” predicted Bob Baker.“Not on your life, Chunky!” called back Jerry.“Hug the hay—not the bridge—those side rails may be rotten,” advised Ned Slade, as he took a firm grip on the lap-robe rail in front of him.“Right you are,” admitted Jerry. “Here’s where we hit the red top and timothy. All ready now!”The big car shot ahead. The farm wagon was rumbling over the bridge, which was none too strong, and when the auto also reached the clattering planks it sounded as if a thunder storm had broken loose.With quick eyes and ready hands Jerry guided the car. Close up against the sides of the billowy hay he sent the machine to avoid hitting the bridge rail, yet so narrow was the space that the hub caps raked a furrow in a retaining plank, while the hay whipped the faces of the autoists.“Look out!” yelled Bob.“Farther over—farther!” cried Ned.“Oh, all right. Don’t get excited,” advised Jerry calmly. “We’re safe now.”They would have been, in another instant, for with a quick turn of the steering wheel the tall lad on the front seat was about to send the car cutting in ahead of the horses, having nearly passed the wagon. But whether the steeds were frightened by the shouts of Ned and Bob, or whether the driver unconsciously or intentionally turned toward the auto was not known. At any rate only by a rapid shifting of his course was Jerry able to avoid a collision. He screwed the wheel around to the left, and then, as he saw that he was running the front tires into the bridge rails he twisted his “helm” once more to the right. By this time the end of the bridge was reached, and Jerry saw an open road ahead of him, having emerged from behind the hay wagon.He cut sharply into it, so sharply in fact that the mud guard on the right rear wheel scraped the nigh horse, causing the animal to swerve against its mate in fright.“Whoa there! Hold on! I’ll have th’ law on you fellers!” cried the driver of the hay load.“Say, you did hit his horse,” remarked Bob in a low voice.“Better pull up and see if he’s going to make trouble. Otherwise he may take our number and report us,” advised Ned.There was a grinding and shrieking of brakes and the auto came to a stop just ahead of the farm wagon, the driver of which had now quieted his horses.“What do you mean?” he roared, as he dismounted, whip in hand. “What right you got to smash into me that way?”Jerry stood up in the machine, and looked at the steeds before replying. A quick glance told him that beyond a mere scratch that had not even drawn blood, the horse he had struck was not injured. Then the tall lad replied.“Look here, Mister Man. I don’t want any of your talk!”“Oh you don’t; hey? Wa’al, I’m goin’ to give you some, an’ then I’m going to make a complaint agin ye!”To be continue in this ebook..........................................................................

The popular adventure story in 20th century.This is one of the Motor Boy series.Example in this ebookDear Boys:Here it is at last—the fourth volume of “The Motor Boys Series,” for which so many boys all over our land have been asking during the past year.To those who have read the other volumes in this line, this new tale needs no special introduction. To others, I would say that in the first volume, entitled, “The Motor Boys,” I introduced three wide-awake American lads, Ned, Bob and Jerry, and told how they first won a bicycle race and then a great motor cycle contest,—the prize in the latter being a big touring car.Having obtained the automobile, the lads went west, and in the second volume, called, “The Motor Boys Overland,” were related the particulars of a struggle for a valuable mine, a struggle which tested the boys’ bravery to the utmost.While in the west the boys heard of a strange buried city in Mexico, and, in company with a learned college professor, journeyed to that locality. The marvellous adventures met with are told in “The Motor Boys in Mexico.”Leaving the buried city, the boys started again for the locality of the mine, and in the present tale are told the particulars of some strange things that happened on the way. A portion of this story is based on facts, related to me while on an automobiling tour in the west, by an old ranchman who had participated in some of the occurrences.With best wishes, and hoping we shall meet again, I leave you to peruse the pages which follow.To be continue in this ebook............................................................................................................................

Example in this ebookI.Where two fair paths, deep floweredAnd leaf-embowered,Creep East and West across a World concealed,Which shall he take who journeys far afield?II.Canst thou then say, "I go,"Or "I forego"?What turns thee East or West, as thistles blow?Is fair more fair than fair—and dost thou know?III.Turn to the West, unblessedAnd uncaressed;Turn to the East, and, seated at the FeastThou shalt find Life, or Death from Life released.IV.And thou who lovest bestA maid dark-tressed,And passest others by with careless eye,Canst thou tell why thou choosest? Tell, then; why?V.So when thy kiss is givenOr half-forgiven,Why should she tremble, with her face flame-hot,Or laugh and whisper, "Love, I tremble not"?VI.Or when thy hand may catchA half-drawn latch,What draws thee from the door, to turn and passThrough streets unknown, dim, still, and choked with grass?VII.What! Canst thou not foreseeThe Mystery?Heed! For a Voice commands thy every deed!And it hath sounded. And thou needs must heed!To be continue in this ebook..................................................................................