"If you didn't have that gun we'd see about it." "Start her, fast, Dodge!" ordered Harry.
With a roar of the engine the car lurched forward.
"What happened to the others in your crowd ?" asked Bert in a weak voice, as he steered carefully down the rough road.
"All flat---all five of 'em!" affirmed Harry, but be neglected to state that his five chums were lying on the ground, rolling over in their mirth.
"None of 'em got away, then, but you ?" chattered Bayliss.
"Do you think I'd let you take this car away from here ?" demanded Hazelton indignantly, "if there were any more of our fellows to get away from here?
What would you fellows count for if it were necessary to save more of my friends ?" "It must have been a fearful fight," shivered Dodge.
"It was," said Harry grimly, striving with all his might to keep from bursting out in laughter.

"I never had any idea that a gun fight was such an awful thing!" "Prescott got his, then ?" asked Bayliss.
"All five of my friends," replied Hazelton, in a choking voice.
"And I've some traces of the fight to show myself." "How badly bit are you ?" demanded Dodge.
"I'll last all right until I get to Gridley," Harry predicted, "if you fellows don't keep me talking too much." "I didn't intend going to Gridley to-night," Dodge replied.
"Yes, you will," Hazelton replied firmly.

"I must go to Gridley.
You drive straight there.

I'll hold you responsible, if you don't." Bert began to believe that he _would_ be held accountable if he failed to take Hazelton to Gridley, so he gave in without protest.
At any rate, both Dodge and Bayliss wanted to get as far as possible from the recent "horror," and as speedily as they could do it.
"There's no chance of our being attacked on the road to Gridley ?" asked Bayliss by and by, in a quavering voice.
"No," replied Hazelton.

"The lake will be between us and the trouble makers." It was rough going most of the way.