"Hustle, Dave—into the cab!" shouted Dick Prescott lustily.
Darrin obeyed like a flash, pulling the door shut.
"What are you young monkeys doing here?" yelled the driver hoarsely. Then, as he caught better sight of them, he snarled:
"Oh, I know you boys! You belong to the Butt-insky family!"
The driver's next remark was "ouch!" as Greg darted in and struck him fairly at the belt line. In the same instant young Prescott managed to trip the fellow.
"Boss!" bawled the driver, as he struck the pavement.
"Into the cab with you, Greg!" shouted Dick.
Dave swung the door open, and in the same instant Greg bolted inside, while Dick Prescott made a single bound at the front wheel, from which he mounted to the driver's seat.
"None of that!" yelled the driver, getting upon his feet and moving forward. At the same moment another man came to the door of the drug store.
That man was—must have been—Abner Dexter. He wore the same clothes that Dick remembered, but over his head and face were drawn a wig and beard that made him look some one else.