“How are we going to know? Father or Otto wouldn’t dare go down there and look around. And I guess the police are afraid of those fellows, too.”
“Let’s drive down past the store,” suggested Laura, thoughtfully, after the old mare had again lifted up her voice.
“Oh, my, Laura! What for?”
“Something might come of it.”
“I guess nothing but trouble.”
“I’ve got what Chet and Lance call ‘a hunch,’” said Laura, slowly.
“We—ell——here’s the store.”
“Just a little farther, Eve,” said Laura, taking the reins herself, and clucking to the old mare.
They passed the store on the trot. Around the first bend they came in sight of the little hollow where the roads crossed, making the renowned “Four Corners.” Coming up the road was a boy on a bay colt. Instantly the old mare whinnied again, and the colt answered her.
“It’s Jinksey!” gasped Eve.