The Motor Boys on the Wing — Clarence Young

“Don't try it Jerry, you can't make it.” “Yes, I can Bob. There's more room than you think. Besides, the hay is soft.” “No, don't, Jerry. We're in no hurry,” put in the third member of a trio of boys in a big touring car that was skimming along a pleasant country road behind a load of hay. “Don't do it!” “Say, I'm tired of taking in all that fellow's dust,” returned Jerry Hopkins. “Hold fast fellows, here we go!” He pressed down the accelerator pedal of the machine and headed the car for a narrow space that showed between the load of hay and the side rails of a bridge that the farm wagon was just crossing.