“I haven’t the least idea,” returned the boy. “But I know what I’m going to do.”
“What is that?” she asked.
“Hang to ’em! Hang just like a bulldog to a tramp’s coat-tail,” declared Neale O’Neil.
At that moment the little station at Hickton came into sight. There were two men, talking excitedly, standing directly in the middle of the highway, and, when they sighted these two men, the thieves in the runabout slowed down.
CHAPTER XXV—WELCOME HOME
“Oh, Neale!” gasped Agnes, hanging to his arm as the big car came roaring down to the Hickton railway station. “Oh, Neale! that’s that horrid Brady man.”
It was plain to be seen that one of the men in the middle of the road was the Milton politician, Jim Brady. But the other man——
“It’s the surveyor. I know him,” whispered Neale, shutting off the engine. “Mr. Philip Collinger, Mrs. Heard’s nephew. It’s all over now but the shouting, Aggie. I bet he doesn’t let that car of his get away again.”
Indeed, the two men from Milton had stopped the runabout, and the freckled-faced fellow and the ugly man with him were caught, red-handed.
“Get out of my car!” Neale and Agnes heard Mr. Collinger command the two rascals. “I’d like to know how you got it again? I know that it was in the hands of friends of mine yesterday. This henchman of yours, Brady, is a born thief.”