“Let’s hurry, then,” said Shirley anxiously.
“Wait a moment,” said Mabel. “Are you going to let the little boy walk back to town?”
“Of course not,” replied Shirley. “But I was so excited I forgot all about him. Jump in, little boy.”
The boy needed no second bidding, and soon the machine was speeding toward the pike.
“Can you take us to the place where the note was dropped?” asked Shirley.
“Yes’m,” was the reply.
True to his word, the little fellow directed the car to the exact spot where he had picked up the note.
“You wait here,” said young Wolfe, alighting, “and I’ll run up and interview this fellow Jones, if he’s in.”
“I’ll go too,” said Shirley.
“So will I,” declared Mabel.