“And I’m going with you, Neale,” Agnes declared. “You can speed up that runabout as fast as you want to. The others won’t be along to object.”
This last remark she whispered in Neale’s ear.
“I tell you, Aggie, you’re a speed maniac,” responded Neale. “But if Mrs. Heard says you may go off alone with me, all right.”
Agnes had learned by this time to wheedle the good-natured chaperone into agreeing to almost anything the girls desired; and of course she had no objection to Agnes’ going anywhere with Neale. Whether the Corner House girls realized it or not, they could not have had a brother any more careful for them or better to them than Neale O’Neil.
So the girl and boy chums were on the road in the runabout soon after eight. Mr. Collinger’s was a good machine, and it ran smoothly. But Agnes suddenly had an unhappy thought.
“Oh, Neale!” she said, clasping her hands.
“Shoot!” advised the boy, with his eyes on the road ahead.
“We’re riding in a stolen car.”
“Sure we are. What of it?”
“And all the constables and sheriffs and policemen all over the State have the description of this car and her license number. What are you going to do if an officer holds us up?”