“Yes. And tell them it’s all right. We can start off any time now,” Agnes said.
“Hullo! I guess we’ll have to wait for Mr. Collinger to show up for his car.”
“Oh, dear me, yes. I did not think of that,” Agnes returned. “I—I wish Mrs. Heard hadn’t telegraphed for him. Then we could have driven his car to Milton with ours too. I could have driven it.”
“No license, Aggie,” said Neale. “You can’t drive a car. Say! did you see that?”
“See what, Neale?” she asked him, looking all around.
“I thought I saw a man slip behind that far shed.”
“Why! what’s become of those two men we saw crossing the field yonder?” demanded the girl, with interest.
“Oh, they must have reached the road by this time,” and Neale went on again. “I guess we needn’t bother about them.”
But after a moment he said, in a puzzled tone: “That fellow dodged behind the shed as though he did not want to be seen. Funny——”
“They might steal some of our things,” Agnes said. “We ought not to leave the place unguarded. Come on back, Neale.”