"That's us," said Dick. "I guess we might as well go on, boys," he added to his chums. "I want some arnica for this bump I got."
"Which way did the men go?" the watchman wanted to know, and when the boys had indicated it, and had themselves started to go in the same direction, to reach the garage where the Last Word was waiting for them, the watchman went on: "Aren't you afraid they'll tackle you again? They may be waiting down the road for you."
Dick shook his head.
"They found out we didn't have what they wanted," he remarked, "and they won't bother us any more. Come on, boys."
"Huh! Queer robbers," observed the watchman, and he turned away after the boys had thanked him for his prompt response to their calls for help.
"Do you really think those men were after the papers, Dick?" asked Paul.
"I'm sure of it," answered his friend. "It was all part of the game Uncle Ezra is playing, but I'm getting tired of it. This is the limit! It's got to stop!"
"Are you going to tell him so?" asked Innis, as they walked along.
"No, but I'm going to make a change in our plans. We'll fool 'em—we'll get off the beaten track and go off into the unknown until we put plenty of space behind us. Then they'll have their own troubles tracing us."
"That does seem the best way," assented Paul. "It's no fun to be on the verge of an attack at any time. The game is too one-sided. We'll make it harder for them."