"You leave this affair to me," retorted Buck. "If the kid gets through all right, then we're all right, aren't we?"
"I suppose so."
"And we've got to wait as we agreed—for Wacker."
Bart had just turned into the main road. At the mention of that ominous name, the young express agent brought the whip down upon the horse's flanks with a sharp snap.
CHAPTER XX
BART ON THE ROAD
"Get up!"
The rig that Bart was driving sped along the dusty country road at a good sharp pace.
The young express agent was undergoing the most vivid mental perturbation of his career.