“Bully for you, Clan! I thought you were never coming!”
“We’ll put these fellows over the road,” cried Billy, who had also entered. “This will land the Carsons in jail, all right.”
“I guess they’re all right,” said Merry. “They got me over here on the pretext that Uncle Dick was here. This man Brundage slipped the irons on me, and they imprisoned me and the chauffeur. Where’d he go?”
“Went home on the jump,” said Clancy. “What happened?”
“Brundage came in and released him. Then he went to the door a moment. The chauffeur was almost wild with rage and fright, and he started to smash his way out. I guess he did it, all right!”
“Looks that way, Chip! Say, do you know it’s ’most noon Monday? Let’s get out of this!”
The three hastily left by the window and ran to the Hornet.
“We’re off for Fardale and the big game,” cried Clancy exuberantly.
“You can’t get us there in time, can you?” asked Merry anxiously.
“By thunder, I can try!” returned Clancy. “Hang on, Billy! We’re off!”