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“Fire!” he shouted. “The automobile’s on fire!”

Joe and Bob followed the direction of Jimmy’s pointing finger, and their hearts seemed to stand still as they saw a line of fire leaping along the car from the broken gasoline tank.

And while they stood gazing at the awful menace, it may be well, for the benefit of those who have not read the preceding volumes of this series, to tell who the boys are and trace their adventure up to the time this story opens.

All the boys were residents of the town of Clintonia, a prosperous, wide-awake community, pleasantly located on the banks of the Shagary River, about a hundred miles away from New York City. Bob, who was about sixteen years old, was the son of the leading druggist of Clintonia, a man much respected by his fellow citizens and a foremost figure in civic activities. Bob was a general favorite because of his frank and sunny nature and his straightforward character. The elder people liked him, and among the younger element he was the natural leader, ever to the front in baseball, football and other youthful sports. He was tall for his age, of dark complexion and with eyes that always looked straight at one without fear or favor. His courage had been tested too often to admit any doubt of its quality. He was cool and resourceful, and never avoided trouble, though he did not go out of his way to find it.