"They're regular 'rah-rah' boys," said Bob, in contempt.
Early that afternoon just before the race Bob, Jerry and Ned spent an
hour in going over their car, making some adjustments, and seeing that
the tires were in good shape. Almost at the last minute Jerry decided
to put the non-skidding chains on the rear wheels.
"Those turns, which are not banked much, are dangerous," he said, "I'm
not going to take any chances. We don't want to turn turtle."
There was much activity about the hotel as the hour for the contest
arrived. Noddy's car seemed the finest of the six that lined up at the
starting tape. The motor boys had drawn a position next to the bully
and his cronies.
Noddy glanced contemptuously at them.
"You must think it's winter, putting chains on," he remarked to Jerry,
who had been chosen to steer.
"It may be a cold day for somebody before we get through," was all
Jerry replied.
"You haven't the ghost of a show," called one of Noddy's companions.
"You'll think you're standing still when we start."
The others laughed at this joke, and Noddy seemed pleased. There was a
short consultation among the judges and other officials, and, a moment
later, a white puff of smoke was seen hovering above the uplifted
revolver of the starter. Then came a sharp crack, and the panting
machines, the engines of which had been put in motion some time
previous, started off together, as the drivers threw in the high speed
gears.
The race, which was truly a dangerous contest, was on, and, with eager
eyes the motor boys looked ahead on the course.
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