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Running swiftly, Dick reached the other car and hopped up to the chauffeur's seat. He had watched the driver operate the car and knew exactly what to do. He soon had the engine running and then he threw in the speed clutch just as Hellig lurched up. "You mustn't ran away with that machine!" he roared.
"What yer want?" growled Hellig, thickly. "We are going to leave you both here and run the cars ourselves," answered Dick, coldly. "You are not fit to run them." "What's the reason we ain't?" mumbled Snall. He could hardly speak. "You've been drinking too much that's the reason." "Humph!" "We are going to run them machines an' don't you forgit it," mumbled Hellig, and lurched forward.
"I won't let no boy run me and tell me what I shall take," they heard Hellig say thickly. "I'll drink what I please and when I please," answered Snall. "Let us have another, Nat." "Sure." "This is the worst ever!" murmured Tom. "They are in no fit condition to run the cars. I wouldn't trust my neck with either of them."
"Keep away!" cried Sam, and leaning out of the car he gave the chauffeur a shove that sent him flat on his back in the dust of the road. Then the car moved off. As those in the automobile looked back they saw Hellig arise and shake his fist after them and Snall waved his arms wildly. "We'll hear from them again, I suppose," said Sam. "And they'll hear from me," answered Dick.