"If he went there, we ought to have a chance to catch him," cried Spud. "This road I know doesn't go beyond the Corners."
"Yes. But he could take a road from there to Dentonville," answered Sam, "and you know that is quite a railroad station."
"But if he went to Dentonville and to the railroad station, couldn't you telephone to the operator there to have him held?"
"Maybe, Spud, providing there is any telephone at the Corners."
Onward they went once more, through some heavy woodland and then over several small hills, finally coming in sight of the Corners, where were located a general store, a blacksmith's shop, a chapel, and about a dozen houses.
"Did I see a feller in a cutter goin' as fast as he could?" repeated the storekeeper, when questioned by Sam. "You just bet I did. Gee whiz! but he was goin' to beat the band!"
"And which way did he head?" questioned the Rover boy, eagerly.
"Headed right straight for Dentonville."
"And how long ago was this?" put in Spud.
"Oh, about quarter of an hour, I should say. Say! he nearly skeered old Mrs. Rasley to deth. She was a-crossin' the road comin' to my store when he swung aroun' that corner yonder, and he come within a foot of runnin' over her. She wanted to git Joe Mason, the constable, to arrest him, but, gee whiz! there wasn't no arrestin' to it—he was out o' sight before you could say Jack Robinson."