“Warn me?” laughed Oliver. “What they did was to get in with me and ride a block or two, out of sight of the crowd; and then I slipped them a ten-dollar bill and they got out.” To which Montague responded, “Oh, I see!” They turned into a broad macadamized road, and here were more autos, and more dust, and more racing. Now and then they crossed a trolley or a railroad track, and here was always a warning sign; but Oliver must have had some occult way of knowing that the track was clear, for he never seemed to slow up. Now and then they came to villages, and did reduce speed; but from the pace at which they went through, the villagers could not have suspected it. And then came another adventure. The road was in repair, and was very bad, and they were picking their way, when suddenly a young man who had been walking on a side path stepped out before them, and drew a red handkerchief from his pocket, and faced them, waving it. Oliver muttered an oath. “What’s the matter?” cried his brother. “We’re arrested!” he exclaimed. “What!” gasped the other. “Why, we were not going at all.” “I know,” said Oliver; “but they’ve got us all the same.” He must have made up his mind at one glance that the case was hopeless, for he made no attempt to put on speed, but let the young man step aboard as they reached him. “What is it?” Oliver demanded. “I have been sent out by the Automobile Association,” said the stranger, “to warn you that they have a trap set in the next town. So watch out.” And Oliver gave a gasp, and said, “Oh! Thank you!” The young man stepped off, and they went ahead, and he lay back in his seat and shook with laughter. “Is that common?” his brother asked, between laughs. “It happened to me once before,” said Oliver. “But I’d forgotten it completely.” They proceeded very slowly; and when they came to the outskirts of the village they went at a funereal pace, while the car throbbed in protest. In front of a country store they saw a group of loungers watching them, and Oliver said, “There’s the first part of the trap. They have a telephone, and somewhere beyond is a man with another telephone, and beyond that a man to stretch a rope across the road.” “What would they do with you?” asked the other. “Haul you up before a justice of the peace, and fine you anywhere from fifty to two hundred and fifty dollars. It’s regular highway robbery—there are some places that boast of never levying taxes; they get all their money out of us!” Oliver pulled out his watch. “We’re going to be late to lunch, thanks to these delays,” he said. He added that they were to meet at the “Hawk’s Nest,” which he said was an “automobile joint.”