CHAPTER XV THE GREAT BICYCLE RACE
"Now, what is this plan of yours, Pep?" questioned Jack, on the way backto Putnam Hall.
"Make Carey a prisoner somewhere and scare him into giving up thebracelet," was the prompt answer. "I am sure we can do it, for I feel hemust be a coward at heart."
"But he will not be likely to have the bracelet with him."
"That is true," put in Andy. "But we can fix that by making him give upsomething else--his watch, for instance,--to be exchanged for the braceletlater."
"I suppose it could be done," mused Jack. "But it would be a ticklishproceeding, for he might have us arrested."
"We can do it on the sly."
"He would recognize us."
"Not if we were masked. Hurrah, that is the way to do it! We'll wearmasks and gowns, and scare him out of his wits--make him think theWhitecaps or Klu Klux Klan are after him."
This proposal suited everybody, and the three boys decided to carry outtheir plan as soon after the bicycle race as possible.
The day for the proposed race dawned cloudily and up to noon the cadetswere doubtful if they would be able to go out--it looked so much likerain. But by one o'clock the sun was shining brightly and their spiritsrevived.
Ten cadets who had wheels were sent out ahead, to station themselvesabout two miles apart on the course. They were to keep tally of everyrider and see to it that nothing was done contrary to the rules laiddown.
The contestants lined up in front of the Hall in fine style. Then came apistol shot, and off they went in a manner that elicited much cheering.
"Hurrah! May the best rider win!"
"Take it easy, boys, twenty miles is a long distance to cover!"
So the cries ran on as the bicyclists sped down the roadway, theirsafeties gleaming brightly in the sunlight. Everybody was in finecondition, and the race promised to prove a spirited one. Each racerwore a blue sweater with the letters P. H. on the breast.
Jack, Andy and Pepper started in a bunch, directly after the leaders.Not far away were Ritter, Coulter and Paxton. They kept close behind ourfriends for all of a mile.
"I guess they want us to set the pace for them," cried Pepper.
"Well, we can do it," answered Andy. "Pump up, fellows, we want to breaksome records to-day." And he spurted ahead.
Jack and Pepper were not to be left behind, and they speedily caught upto the acrobatic youth. Than another mile was covered and they passedthe first of the guards along the road.
"You're doing well!" shouted the guard, as he waved his hand at them."Keep it up!" And then his voice was lost in the distance.
"Some of the others are coming up," said Jack a minute later, and thencame a flash of wheels and Reff Ritter went past them at top speed.
"Ritter can't keep up that pace," said Pepper. "If he tries it he'llwear himself out before he covers ten miles."
"Here come some more," said Andy, and a few seconds later Coulter andPaxton flashed past.
The riders were now coming to a narrow part of the road. On either sidewere low-hanging trees, so the bicyclists were forced to keep almost inthe middle of the highway, to avoid the branches. All in the race werenow ahead of the three chums, who were saving a good portion of theirstrength for the last half of the run.
As Jack and his friends turned a curve in the highway they saw Coulterand Paxton directly ahead of them. The two contestants were side by sideand riding now in anything but racing fashion.
"Clear the track!" sang out Andy, as he and the others came closer.
Neither Paxton nor Coulter paid the slightest attention to the call.They kept on as before, at a pace of about six miles an hour.
"Hi, you, give us some room!" cried Jack. "Don't block the road in thisfashion."
"If you are going to race, race," said Andy.
"We are racing," drawled Paxton, without increasing his speed.
"We are not going to kill ourselves at the start," added Coulter.
"Well, let us pass," said Pepper, impatiently.
"You can pass for all of me," answered Paxton. "I am not holding youback."
"Yes, you are."
"Nonsense!" cried Coulter. "Go ahead if you want to--the road is wideenough."
"You know that the trees are in the way," answered Jack. "Now, either goon or steer aside."
"Humph! Are you running this race?"
Coulter and Paxton continued to keep to the middle of the road and itwas utterly impossible for the others to pass them.
"This is a trick--to keep us in a pocket and hold us back," mutteredJack. "It's the meanest thing I ever heard of."
"We ought to bump into them and send them flying," growled Pepper.
"If you do that you'll be disqualified," said Andy.
Paxton and Coulter now spurted up a little. They did this just to passthe next guard in good form. But as soon as the guard had been leftbehind they dropped down to their six-mile-an-hour gait once more.
"If we can't pass them we might as well give up right now," declaredPepper. "I declare, I never felt so much like punching a fellow in mylife!" he added, vehemently.
"I think I know a way out of this!" cried Jack, suddenly. "Let me get alittle ahead of you and watch me closely."
The others were willing to try anything and dropped behind as the youngmajor desired. About an eighth of a mile more was covered and they cameto another turn, where the road ran slightly down hill. Here the treeswere thicker than ever, so that to pass Coulter and Paxton would havebeen utterly impossible.
"Wonder what Jack has up his sleeve," mused Andy.
The question was speedily answered. As the turn of the road was gainedthere appeared a foot path between the trees, running parallel to thehighway and distance from it less than five yards. Onto this foot pathspun Jack, and Pepper and Andy came directly after him. The path wassmooth and spongy and the bicycles flew over it "like greasedlightning," as Jack said afterwards.
"Hi! they are off the road!" yelled Paxton, looking around.
"They are on the path!" yelled Coulter. "Come, we mustn't let them getahead of us!" And he pedalled forward with vigor.
"Follow me and be quick!" cried the young major to his chums. "This pathcomes out into the road at the foot of the hill!" And away he sped.
It was a dangerous proceeding, for a jar of any kind might throw themheadlong into a tree or a rock. But they were on their mettle, andwilling to take chances, and Andy and Pepper stuck to Jack's trail likeshadows. On and on they went over the foot path, and out in the roadwayCoulter and Paxton did their best to outdistance them and block theirchances of winning the race.
At last the bottom of the hill was less than a hundred feet away. Jacksaw a straight stretch ahead of him and put on all power. Like an arrowfrom a bow his wheel swept on and gained the road well in advance ofCoulter and Paxton. Andy followed, with Pepper overlapping his back tireby three inches.
"Come on, we've got to catch them!" screamed Coulter, in a rage."Remember the narrow road at Dunham's farm."
"All right, set the pace and I'll keep up if I can!" cried Paxton.
Jack and his chums were fifty feet in the lead. They watched Coulter andPaxton narrowly and saw them trying to steal up.
"It won't do to let them pass us--they'll only pocket us again," saidAndy.
"Yes, but they'll wear us out trying to keep them back," answeredPepper. "I must say, they ride well."
"They can't keep it up more than ten or twelve miles," said Jack. "Butthey may make us lose, nevertheless."
Another guard was passed and then came a new spurt by Coulter andPaxton. They had almost reached Andy when there followed a crash and ayell.
"Coulter is down!" said Jack.
"Yes, and Paxton smashed into him!" added Andy.
"It serves them right," came from Jack. "Now, boys, I don't thinkthey'll bother us any more." And he was right. Coulter had a brokenhandle bar and Paxton received a badly-skinned sh
in, and the twomisguided ones had to give up the contest.
Free to do as they pleased, Jack and his chums now set their own paceand four miles were reeled off in quick but easy fashion. On the waythey met one other rider who had broken down and given up, and theypassed two more who were almost winded. Then they came in sight ofseveral others. Reff Ritter was in the lead of the bunch.
"Now is the time for us to make good!" cried Jack.
"All right," answered Pepper. "Everybody for himself!" and he commencedto spurt along the level stretch before them.
The three chums had soon passed all but Reff Ritter and Joe Nelson. Ofthese two, Ritter was in the lead, with Joe clinging to him stubbornly.
"Good for Joe!" sang out Andy. "I didn't think he could ride so well."
"He looks less used up than anybody," declared Andy.
It was now a fierce grind. They were on the road leading to Point ViewLodge and Jack and his chums looked out eagerly for the Ford girls. Theywere at the gateway, holding a pitcher of lemonade and glasses.
"Awfully sorry, but if we stop we may lose the race!" shouted Jack,slackening his speed a bit. "It's nip and tuck!"
"Then don't stop!" called both girls. "Good luck to you!"
Jack passed on, followed by Ritter and Andy. Pepper had dropped behind,for the awful pace was beginning to tell on him.
"I've got to have some of that lemonade," he said, as he took a glass."My mouth is full of cotton."
"I hope Jack wins," declared Laura. "He was in the lead."
"Come some time and tell us all about it!" called Flossie, and thenPepper leaped into the saddle again and made after the flyingcontestants.
On and on sped the leading ones, Jack in advance, Ritter second, Andythird and Joe Nelson fourth. Then Andy and Joe spurted and passedRitter. But the bully clung to them like grim death, and thus anothermile was left behind.
"Three miles more and it will be over," cried Jack presently. "Now toput in some of my best licks!" And he rode harder than ever. "Good-bye,Andy!"
"Oh, you can't lose me!" called out the acrobatic youth. "I'm not quiteall in yet!"
It was a tremendous burst of speed on the part of the young major andhis chum and it speedily carried them ahead. They reached a down gradeand descended with the speed of an express train. Then they rushed overa small bridge spanning a brook, and took a turn leading to the lakeroad.
"Help! help!" came a sudden cry from ahead. "Help! Robbers! Help!"
"What's that?" asked Jack.
"Somebody calling for help!" answered Andy. "It comes from yondercottage!"
"Look!" ejaculated Jack. He could scarcely credit his eyesight.
"Those fellows with the green masks and green hoods!" burst out theacrobatic youth.
"Yes, and they are holding a boy and robbing him," came from Jack."Andy, we've got to stop this!"
And leaping from his wheel he ran toward the cottage, followed closelyby his chum.
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