"Not between that point and the oil--there isn't any."
"Maybe he'd been calling in the neighborhood--"
"Don't be silly--I know everyone who lives along that road."
"You think it out then--I've got enough to do trying to navigate this road. I'm going to switch out the lights, now. We're not more than a couple of miles from the house."
"Do you think they'll put up much of a fight?"
"Good Lord! You don't think I've any intention of trying to capture them?" Bill exclaimed. He was very busily engaged in keeping the car in the middle of the grass grown trail as it rolled, down a steep hillside at a snail's pace. "I'm not taking chances with you along. It would be foolish to attempt anything like that. You'll get into no battles tonight, miss. This is just a scouting party. If the gang have arrived, we'll beat it back to Brewster and get the cops on the job."
"Oh, dear!" sighed Dorothy. "And I thought this was going to be the real thing!"
"No grandstand plays for you tonight, young lady. What's more--I'm running this show. If you don't promise to behave, you'll warm a seat in this car, while I mosey up to the house. How about it?"
Dorothy's voice betrayed her disgust and disappointment.
"Oh, I'll promise. But if we are leaving all the fun to the police, why did you bring the guns?"