They were waiting only a favorable opportunity for pouncing upon their intended victims. They were slow and patient as the Hindoo thug himself.
Old King Brady was all cold sweat.
“By Jupiter, Harry!” he exclaimed. “They certainly mean to catch us off our guard. What can we do?”
“There is only one plan.”
“Well?”
“We must make a race of it. Let them chase us. We will keep on the jump. At a favorable moment we will double back on our tracks and then—they are ours.”
“A good plan and the only one,” said Old King Brady. “They will pursue us. We are sure of that. We are not smart if we do not fool them in some way.”
So the plan was decided upon and action made at once.
CHAPTER VII.
THE RACE BEGINS.
The plan of the Bradys certainly looked logical.