"If anything should happen to it, there wouldn't be any trouble, provided the bill was paid, would there?"
"I got an idea the owner would grab at $300 for this here buggy.
But why?"
"And if this automobile disappeared, vanished—no trace of it; you're sure there wouldn't be any investigation?" pursued Hicks.
"Yes—it would be all right, I tell you. But I want to know what your scheme is. How can you use this machine to get rid of Harry? Tell me," Owen insisted.
"Never mind—yet. How do you make the course of the balloon now?"
"I guess she'll go over Quirksborough and then up between Hoxey and
Brent."
"Then we can pass him at Quirksborough."
"How do you figure that?"
"He'll stop for gasoline. He hasn't got enough to go more than two miles beyond there. I saw that he hadn't when we set out."
"What do you want to pass him for? Why not let 'em both break their own merry little necks an' us pick 'em up an' do the weepin' afterward? That's our music."