in a sneering tone. "I'll give you a mile start, and beat you! I've got the fastest car built!"
"You have, eh?" asked Tom, while a grim look came over his face. "Maybe you'll think differently some day."
"Aw, he's afraid to race; come on," suggested Pete. "Don't bother with him, Andy."
"No, I guess it wouldn't be worth my while," was the reply of the bully, and he threw the second gear into place, and began to move away from the young inventor.
Tom was just as much pleased to be left alone, but he did not want Andy Foger to think that he could have matters all his own way. Tom's motor-cycle, since he had made some adjustments to it, was very swift. In fact there were few autos that could beat it. He had never tried it against Andy's new car, and he was anxious to do so.
"I wonder if I would stand any chance, racing him?" thought the young inventor, as he saw the car slowly pulling away from him. "I think I'll wait until he gets some distance ahead, and then I'll see how near I can come to him. If I get anywhere near him I'm pretty sure I can pass him. I'll try it."
When Andy and his cronies looked back, Tom did not appear to be doing anything save
