“I see them!” exclaimed Neale.
“Those men!” cried Luke, as Ruth pointed to two ragged, shiftless figures hastening down the street, for they had changed their intentions on seeing Ruth at the window. “Why, I remember them!”
“You remember them!” repeated Ruth. “What do you mean?”
“Tell you later. Come on, Neale, let’s see if we can’t round them up!” cried Luke, and, without answering Ruth’s question, he dashed from the house in pursuit of the mysterious individuals, Neale at his heels.
CHAPTER VIII
A FUTILE CHASE
Hal Dent stood for a moment in the room with Ruth, Agnes and Nalbro, looking toward the door through which Luke and Neale had started in pursuit.
“What’s this all about?” demanded Hal. “Is this part of the daily morning exercise, or——”
“Don’t stop to ask questions, Hal, but run!” advised Nally.
“Run? Why should I run? I don’t need the training, and——”
“But don’t you understand?” persisted the Back Bay girl. “Ruth knows something about those men—they’re burglars or something—and she wants them caught. Go help Luke and Neale!”