Suddenly Chippy pulled up. 'I'll 'ave that haversack o' yourn,' he remarked. 'You won't, old boy,' replied Dick. 'Every man shoulders his own pack on a day like this.' 'I'll have that haversack,' went on Chippy calmly. 'Bit too bad for a scout wi' a damaged foot to pull a load while another strolls along as easy as can be. So pass it over.' 'I won't,' said Dick. 'It's no load in particular.' 'Then why mek' a row about handin' it over?' queried the Raven. Dick was about to reply when he paused, looked ahead, and said: 'By Jingo, Chippy, here comes a choker. The haversacks will come handy to put our heads into.' The Raven turned and saw a huge pillar of dust whirling towards them. It rose high above the hedges beyond a bend near at hand, and came on at great speed. The scouts knew that a motor-car was at the fore-foot of the pillar, and they stepped back into the shallow ditch which bordered the way. In another moment a big, heavy car, flying at terrific speed, came shooting round the bend, and as it flew it gathered the deep white dust, and hurled it thirty feet into the air; leaving the road in the wake of the car one utterly blinding, choking mass of eddying dust. The scouts threw themselves into the bank and covered their faces with their hats: it was the only way of drawing some sort of breath, and even then their throats were choked with dust till they coughed. 'Nice thing, a motor-car running forty miles an hour over two inches of dust,' remarked Dick in ironical tones. 'It 'ud serve 'em right to bust their tyres on a broken bottle end,' murmured Chippy. 'It ain't safe to scoot along like that on these 'ere narrow roads.' 'It's to be hoped they eased up before passing the old man and his donkey-cart,' said Dick. 'The wind of their passing would be enough almost to upset him.' 'That's wot they've done,' cried Chippy suddenly. 'Look! look! his cart's in the ditch.' Dick looked, and saw through the thinning cloud that the poor old man was in distress. His cart was turned over, and the donkey was struggling on its side. The scouts ran back at full speed to help him. 'What's wrong?' cried Dick. 'Did the car hit you?' ''Twor comin' a main sight too fast,' cried the old man, 'an' just as it passed, the noise o' it med Jimmy start round an' swerve a bit, an' suthin' stickin' out caught him on the shoulder an' knocked him into the ditch as if he'd been hit wi' a cannon-ball.' 'And they never stopped or asked what was the matter?' cried Dick. 'Not they,' said the old man; 'on they went as fast as iver.' 'What cads!' cried Dick. 'Did you see the number, Chippy?' 'No,' replied the Raven. 'Too much dust.' 'There were four men in it,' went on the old man, 'an' they looked back at me, but they niver pulled up.'