A RACE TO THE MINE.
Before long Noddy Nixon and his crowd in their auto shot up alongside
the Motor Boys and their friends. Noddy looked over and grinned, while
Pud Stoneham raised his hat in mocking politeness.
"Hurry up!" said Nestor to Jerry, in a low voice. "They are going to
give us a race to the mine. We must get there first!"
"What difference does it make?" asked the boy, as he speeded up his
machine.
"All the difference in the world," replied the miner. "I've staked my
claim, but I haven't filed the papers in the Government office, as the
law requires. The first man who comes along could jump my claim now.
I was relyin' on the mine bein' hard to find, but I see it has been
discovered. We must beat them!"
"We'll do it if possible," said Jerry, with determination in his
voice. "I wonder how they got in shape so quickly after we took their
batteries?"
"Probably had another set," was Nestor's opinion.
The two machines were now moving almost side by side, up the defile
which led to the mine. The autos were about two hundred feet apart and
going at about the same rate of speed, which was not very fast, as the
road was not of the best.
"How are you?" called out Jack Pender.
"None the better for seeing you," replied Ned.
"Thought you was smart to take our batteries, didn't you?" went on
Pender. "Well, we'll show you a trick or two. We'll get to that mine
before you!"
"You've got another guess comin', young man!" cried Nestor. "When I git
through with you there won't be enough left to fill a hollow tooth. I've
got a score to settle with you."
At this, Jack sank back in his seat. Bill Berry, who had been eyeing the
Motor Boys, shouted out:
"If you cubs are lookin' fer trouble there'll be plenty of it. We're not
in Cresville now, where all your friends are."
"I'm a born trouble-hunter!" exclaimed Hank Broswick, rising in his seat
and carelessly leveling his rifle at the wheels of Noddy's auto. "I kin
hit trouble a mile off!"
"Don't shoot!" yelled Noddy, trying to duck behind the dash-board and
steer at the same time, with the result that he nearly overturned the
auto.
"I wasn't goin' to," replied the hunter, with a grim chuckle. "I only
wanted to let you know I was on hand in case I might be wanted."
After this the taunts from Noddy's gang ceased. In stern determination
the race now settled down into a contest to see who should be first at
the mine, for on that depended everything.
For nearly ten miles the two autos were close together, neither gaining
any advantage. It began to get dusk, and the boys considered whether
they should stop for the night or keep on.
"I think we had better camp until morning," advised Broswick. "We might
git ahead of 'em, an', again, we might not. The chances are we'd bust a
tire or sumthin', an' then we'd be worse off than before. Slow an' sure
is better than quick an' never."
So, somewhat to Nestor's disappointment, the auto came to a stop when
the road was no longer visible because of darkness.
"They're goin' on; I don't see why we can't," grumbled the miner.
"Too risky," replied Broswick. "We'll make better time in the end."
"Then we've got to start bright an' early in the mornin'," stipulated
Nestor.
To this they all agreed. Supper was prepared and the guard set. The
other auto, with a last mocking toot of the horn, had disappeared.
When the first indication of light in the east told that dawn was at
hand, Broswick, who had the last watch, awoke his companions. A hasty
breakfast was made and, even before the sun was up, the journey was
renewed.
"I'd feel easier if I could git a sight of them other fellers," said
Nestor.
"Do you s'pose they kept on goin' all night?" asked Broswick.
"Let's see if we can't pick up their trail," suggested Professor
Snodgrass. "We can easily tell if an auto has preceded us."
Jerry stopped the machine and Broswick got out. He made a careful
examination of the road and soon gave a yell that told he had discovered
something.
"They're ahead," he announced, "but they made a stop here. The ground is
all trampled up. I wouldn't wonder if they had a breakdown, an' had to
halt for fixin' their shebang up. They can't be very far in advance."
With lighter hearts the adventurers started off once more, keeping a
sharp lookout for the other auto. The sun rose high in the heavens, and
it was hot in the valley. Mile after mile was reeled off, but Noddy's
machine was not in view.
It was almost noon when Professor Snodgrass, who was peering intently
ahead, suddenly uttered a cry.
"What is it?" asked Jerry.
"I thought I saw a specimen of the almost extinct herds of buffalo,"
answered the naturalist.
"Buffalo!" cried Nestor, standing up to get a good view. "That's the
other automobile you see!"
"So it is!" admitted the professor, taking a second glance.
"Put on all the steam you've got!" cried the miner. "We must catch them
before night or the mine is lost! We're close to it now!"
Jerry opened the throttle wide and shortened the intervals of sparking.
The automobile fairly jumped ahead, but so rough was the road that the
travelers were bounced about like peas in a pod.
"We're gaining on them!" Ned shouted. "We'll soon be up to them!"
In a little while not more than an eighth of a mile separated the two
machines, and this distance was gradually being lessened. Stoneham and
Dalsett, who were in the rear seat, looked back and shook their fists.
"Not very pleasant chaps," commented Nestor. "Well, we don't mind how
they look."
Five minutes later the autos were even, racing along the valley toward
the coveted riches. The excitement of the race was too keen to admit of
the wasting of breath in useless taunts. A tense silence was preserved,
broken only by the throbbing of the rival motors.
"Have we any water aboard?" asked Bob, about ten minutes after the two
machines got on even terms.
"I guess there's plenty in the tanks," answered Ned.
"I mean to drink," went on Chunky. "I'm as dry as a fish."
"Now that you speak of it, I would like a cool cupful myself," admitted
Ned. "Have we any, Jerry?"
"Not a drop."
The subject was not mentioned again for some time. But once the idea
had been broached it seemed impossible for Bob or Ned to get rid of it.
Their thirst grew amazingly under the hot sun, and soon all the others
were thinking how delicious some cold water would be.
"I've simply got to have a drink," said poor Bob at length. "I'll die if
I don't get one."
He certainly looked as if he needed it. The others, too, were suffering
the torments of thirst, for they had drunk nothing since early morning.
"Can't we stop and get some water?" asked Ned.
"If we do we'll lose several minutes," said Nestor, "and seconds will
count now. Try and stand it a little longer. Make believe you are
shipwrecked and can't get a drink. Sometimes sailors go for days
without a drink."
"But they couldn't get it if they wanted to," spoke Bob, "and as for us,
there's a spring right alongside of the road," and he pointed to one
ahead.
Jerry was about to turn up to it and stop, but Nestor urged him to keep
the auto going.
"We don't want to lose everything, when we're jest about succeedin', all
fer a little water," he said. "Three hours more will see us at the mine.
If we stop now they'll beat us."
"I'll give my share in the mine for a good drink," wailed Bob.
"So will I!" chimed in Ned.
In truth, the boys were suffering severely. So were the men, but they
were used to hardships, and the thought of the gold ahead made them
indifferent to the wants of the body.
"See, we're coming to a river," went on Ned, pointing to where a bridge
could be seen spanning a stream. "We can get water there."
"And lose the gold mine!" exclaimed Nestor, fiercely. "No, sir! We don't
stop until we're on the ground. Then you can get all the water you want."
He seemed so excited that the boys were somewhat afraid of him, though
they knew it was all due to the strain of the moment. To add to their
discomfiture, they could see the other gold seekers in their auto taking
copious drinks from bottles of water.
"My throat is all parched up!" cried Bob. "I must have water!"
"So you shall!" shouted Jerry.