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 anyone 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 redheaded 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.”