"What was it?"
"Somebody tried to hold us up," went on the young millionaire, not caring to go into all the details. "But we beat 'em off."
"That's good. Were they three rough-looking fellows?"
"There were three of 'em, all right," said Paul, "and I guess they're a little more rough-looking than they were at first; eh, boys?"
"Sure thing," remarked Innis, tenderly touching some of his bruises.
"I'm a watchman down the road a ways, at a new building just going up," the man went on. "I saw these fellows go past, and I didn't like their looks and actions. They were talking about getting something off some one, and——"
"I guess they were talking about us," interrupted Dick. "They probably saw us in the moving picture place, and followed us. They asked for the time, and pretended they had missed their way. That was only to get us to halt, of course. But we're well out of it, all right."
"Did they get much?"
"Nothing," said Paul. "We're much obliged to you for coming."
"I came as soon as I heard you call. Oh, you're the fellows with the big auto; aren't you?" he went on, as he came close and made out the faces of the three in the starlight.