"There it is. Just our luck!"
"What?" inquired Dick from the back of the car, for Innis was steering.
"Bill Simpson's house—it's blocking the whole road, and it looks as if the men had given up work for the day, for they're getting a red lantern ready to display. We can't get past, Dick."
"Pshaw!" exclaimed the young millionaire. "We'll have to turn around and go back, I guess. Lose a lot of time, too. Drive up, and let's see what it looks like."
CHAPTER XV PUZZLED
"Looks bad enough."
"Yes, the more so as you come closer."
"I don't see any way but to go back."