"Hen Jenkins, right side of the bank. He's——"
But Mr. Bronson was out of the house and in the carriage before the justice could finish the sentence.
Fortunately, the constable was at home, and, after looking at the warrant, he readily accompanied the lawyer.
"Now, let's see what good those horses are," said Mr. Bronson to the driver, as he and Jenkins seated themselves in the carriage. "How long will it take you to reach the cave at Spy mountain?"
"Twenty minutes."
"Make it fifteen, and I'll give you five dollars," exclaimed the lawyer.
Eager to win the bonus, the driver urged his horses to the utmost, and in just fourteen minutes he drew rein at the end of the road leading to the cave.
"They're only just inside the rocks! They're quarrelling!" exclaimed Fred, emerging from the bushes where he had been hiding.
With the constable in front, Mr. Bronson, Fred and the driver hastened along the path.
At the sound of footsteps, the president of the bank and Gibbs looked up.