Now de mill ain't runnin' an' de people moved away, da ain't much use fo' the road, an' nobuddy ain't gwine to put up de bridge--an' Ike Henry, dat's me, has got to tote things 'round by de udder road after dis!" he added ruefully.
"Well, we can't bother about the bridge," replied Dick.

"The authorities can fight it out with those fellows who are running the auto." "But the shots ?" queried Sam.

He had dropped on a flat rock to rest.
"We tried to hit the tires--but we failed," explained Tom.

"The auto was moving too fast, and the trees and bushes were in the way.

Besides, we didn't want to hit the girls." Dick and Tom walked down to the stream.