“No.”
“I believe those men are smugglers, don’t you?”
Florence nodded. “I feel sure they are.”
“Do you suppose they belong to that gang of smugglers the mystery man was after?”
“Hard to say.”
“I believe I’ll know those men if I ever see them again—their car, too.” Jo Ann threw another hasty glance over her shoulder. “We’d better get away from this place soon as possible.”
“But the engine’s so hot—and we haven’t any water.”
“Here’s hoping the engine’s cooled off by now.”
When they reached the car, Jo Ann glanced anxiously to see if the steam were still rising.
“Thank goodness!” she murmured as she saw there was no sign of misty vapor rising from the radiator. “We’ll get away from this spot in a hurry.”