"I thought sure we had a bite that time," he said.
"It was only a nibble."
When the lads were quite sure their unknown visitor had gone, Frank raised the lid of the locker and the boys got out.
"I guess it was only some farmer on the way home. He probably just got into the car out of curiosity."
"He wasn't an auto thief, that's certain, or he would have driven off with it."
"Not much use staying around any longer."
They got back into the seat. Nothing had been disturbed. Beyond turning the lights on and off, the stranger had tampered with nothing.
Frank started up the engine, and drove the car back onto the Shore Road. There was not much room in which to turn around, so he drove on down the road for about a quarter of a mile until he came to a lane which offered sufficient space.
Just as he was bringing the car around to head back toward Bayport, the headlights shone on two figures coming up the road. In the glare, the men were clearly revealed.
"There's our friend Gus again," remarked Frank quietly.