“We’ll be pretty nearly a part of it until those crooks are captured, if you’ll let us,” said Bob. “We all want to be in at the finish.”
“It will be a dangerous business, and bullets may fly thick,” the chief warned him. “You fellows have done more than your full duty already, and we can hardly call on you to do any more.”
“Just the same, we’ll come along if you don’t mind,” insisted Bob.
“Oh, I’ll be very glad to have you, as far as I’m concerned,” said Mr. Durand. “I suppose you’ll want to be in on it, too, Frank?”
“You’re dead right,” Brandon assured him emphatically. “I’ve gone too far with this to want to drop out now.”
At this point the lieutenant appeared and reported that the men were in the automobiles, ready to start. Picking up the telephone, the chief ordered his own car. He invited Mr. Brandon and the radio boys to ride with him.
“You can leave your car in the police garage, Frank,” he said, and Brandon was not slow in availing himself of this offer. In a short time he returned, and the three automobiles started for the scene of the projected hold-up, the chief’s car leading and the other two following close behind.