Then he turned, so as to ride in the direction in which it was
advancing, with ever-increasing speed. Will gauged his progress to that
of the car, rode up alongside the run-board, and, in another instant,
kicked his wheel from under him and was at Paul's side. In another
second he had snapped off the power and applied the brakes.
"What for oo 'top me widing?" demanded Paul, rather indignantly.
Will's heart was beating fast, and he panted for breath, but he managed
to answer:
"Too bad, Paulie, but you haven't any license to drive a car, you know,
and a policeman might take you."
"Yes?"
"Sure. You mustn't do it again," and Will's voice was sufficiently
stern.
"All wight--I won't. But I tan wun a tar, all'e same; tan't I?"
Paul was evidently proud of what he had done.
"Yes, you can, but you mustn't--you mustn't! Do you understand?"
"Yes. Dot any tandy?"
Will laughed.
"No," he said, "but maybe the girls have. Here they come."
Half hysterical, Mollie and her chums came running up. They were all
rather "limp," as they confessed later.
"Oh, Paul, you naughty boy!" cried his sister. "Mamma will punish you
for this."
His big eyes opened wide.
"I ikes to run tar," he said, and his lip quivered.
"Don't be too harsh with him," murmured Grace.
"I can't help it--he must know how dangerous it is," insisted Mollie.
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