"I did not, because I was so busy thinking how lucky we were to get off as we did. What happened?"
"Why, that man—the fellow with the droopy eyes, I'll call him, because his eyes were sort of sleepy looking—he pulled out a note book as we started off, and seemed to be making a record in it."
"Maybe he was a constable, and he thought we might try to speed up after being delayed. He might be looking to get a share of the fine if we were caught," suggested Innis.
"No, he wasn't a constable," declared Paul.
"What makes you so sure?"
"If he was a constable in a country town he'd be some pumpkins, a sort of a Poo-Bah. Instead, no one paid the least attention to him. He might be a constable from somewhere else, but he didn't belong here. He was a stranger, and yet he seemed mightily interested in your car."
"Well, it's a good car—if I do say it myself," responded Dick.
"No, it wasn't that," continued his chum. "That man had some object in view. Dick, do you know what I think?"
"I give up, Paul. You think so much that you have me guessing. What is it now?"