“Gee whiz!” chuckled George. “Who’d ever think a little thing like Betty would have the pluck to pull a stunt like that!”
“Who would?” said Dorothy and joined in the laugh.
“Well, as long as their car is out of the running, they’ll probably try to steal my flivver.” George tapped his gun significantly, “But I’ll put a crimp in that. They’ve got to pass the dining room windows to get out of here.”
“You needn’t bother—the Ford won’t move.”
“Sure it will.” George stopped short in the doorway and turned toward her. “That car of mine runs like a watch.”
“But not without gas,” explained Dorothy. “I drained the tank into a couple of tins.”
“You did?”
“Sure thing. Parked the tins in your orchard. They’ll never find ’em.”
“Say!” exclaimed George. “You must be almost as good as Betty that is, I mean—”
“Who’s taking my name in vain?” Miss Mayo was tripping blithely downstairs. “You two seem to be finding a lot to talk about.”