"I wouldn't be a bit surprised if they did. You know they were paid to see that no hostile interests got at me."
"And we might be regarded as 'hostile interests'; is that it?" inquired Dick, with a smile.
"Somewhat; yes. So put as many miles between them and us as you can. They're sure to discover, sooner or later, that I have gone, and they'll pursue us. But I think I put one over on them at that."
"How?" asked Paul, from the rear of the car, for Dick was driving.
"I poured water in the gasoline tank. They may be able to run for a few miles, but they're sure to stall sooner or later."
"Then there's no use in worrying," said our hero, and he had almost slowed down his car, when Mr. Cameron said:
"Don't bank too much on that. They carry an extra supply of the 'gas,' and they're sure to find out, in a little while, what the trouble is. They're both experts, and they were sent off with me on that account. Also, your Uncle Ezra's agents considered that it might be necessary for me to make a quick shift, so they provided a powerful car, and plenty of gasoline, though he did object most strenuously to the price."
"I can imagine him doing that," agreed Dick, with a laugh. "Well, then, we'll keep on for a while longer, and remain dark. It won't be so easy for them to trace us then, as this car makes very little noise for its size."
"I noticed that," said Mr. Cameron.