Evan and Charley crept away through the underbrush like foxes at the sight of the hunter.
They reached the big spruce tree without further accident. The old man greeted them with a moan of relief. Evan and Charley drew away from him a little while they consulted.
Evan said: "Corinna and Aunt Liza are somewhere in the woods across the road. We had to separate. How can we get in touch with them?"
"They'll be all right," muttered Charley. "Corinna knows this place. They're safer than we are."
"I can't leave here until I am more sure," said Evan. "Will you take the old man and put him on the way home?"
"All right."
"How will you go? I'll have to follow you later."
"The Lafayette trolley line will be watched, and the Yonkers line stops at one o'clock. We'll have to walk to Yonkers. Follow the road through the woods in the other direction, and it will put you on a regular road. Keep going in a westerly direction."
"I get you," said Evan. "Where does Corinna live?"
"What do you want to know for?" growled Charley.