“Through Saleratus Joe?” said Neale O’Neil. “Well—maybe.”
CHAPTER V—DOT’S AWFUL ADVENTURE
Altogether that first run in their automobile was pronounced a jolly success by the Corner House girls. The return journey from Marchenell Grove was without incident.
“If we had only become acquainted with Mrs. Heard the trip would have been more than worth while,” declared Ruth, who was seldom as enthusiastic about a new acquaintance as she was about the aunt of the county surveyor. “She is coming to see us soon.”
Agnes was more interested in another thing, and she confided in Neale.
“Do you really suppose, Neale,” she asked, “that the awful fellow who spoke to Ruth is one of those who stole Mr. Collinger’s auto?”
“Saleratus Joe?” chuckled the boy.
“Hasn’t he any other name? It sounds like—like the Wild West in the movies, or something like that.”
“They only call him that for fun,” explained Neale O’Neil. “And whether he helped get away with the surveyor’s machine or not, I’m sure I don’t know.”
“But can’t you guess?” cried Agnes, in exasperation.