to his post, and gained the middle of the roadway again, and rushed on as rapidly as ever.
"I'll wager he doesn't own the machine," muttered Sam. "If he did, he'd be more careful of it"
"Well, he owns his own neck," returned Tom, grimly. "So maybe he'll be careful of that."
They passed through several small villages, the inhabitants gazing out curiously at the rushing and swaying car. Then they took to a side road, where the traveling was worse than ever.
Suddenly the car made a turn. They had struck a rut in the road and even the chains did not save them. Around swung the automobile. There was a grinding of the brakes and the power was shut off. Then came a jar that sent the Rover boys in a heap.
"Something has happened sure!" cried Tom, who was the first to get up.
They looked out of the door of the enclosed car. They had come up to a mass of bushes beside the road, and the left front wheel had struck a rock and was twisted around. The mud guard on that side had crumpled up.
"I guess the journey is over—so far as this car is concerned," muttered Dick, as he leaped out, followed by his brothers.
