“Yes, he took the Concord road.”
“Thank you!”
The Bradys rushed out and leaped into their wagon. They drove on at full speed for Concord.
They were soon outside the little town of Lexington.
The road to Concord is a hilly and difficult highway, particularly in winter.
Moreover, a blinding snow storm had commenced to block the roads. After going a few miles the detectives found that their horse was giving out.
“On my word, Harry,” said Old King Brady, “I am afraid we are bound to get stuck.”
“There is one consolation.”
“What?”
“If we are, Van is also.”