"What?" asked Innis.
"The envelope with the legal papers. Paul's talk gave me a scare. I thought that man might have made off with 'em!"
"No, he didn't get a chance for that," said Paul. "I watched him too closely. But he did get me suspicious, all right. However, we're here, and we'll soon be far enough away."
"Maybe," said Dick. "I'm not going to take any chances on those brakes after the experience we had. They've got to be perfect, and if we have to lay over a day or so, we'll do it. How about it?" he asked the man, who was crawling out from under the big car.
The talk of the young men had been carried on in low tones until Dick asked this question.
"She'll have to come out, and a new band be put on," the workman said.
"How long will it take?"
"Two days. I've either got to send for a new one, or forge one myself."
"Then make it here," said Dick. "If you send for one there may be a factory delay, and I don't want that. If you can fix it do so."