“We haven’t got hold of any yet,” asserted MacLester, not a bit more cheerfully.
And his words were the truth, cold and harsh, as the truth may sometimes be, beyond a doubt.
CHAPTER III
MR. BILLY WORTH DOES SOME THINKING
“Hello! What’s all the feverish bustle about? Good news, I hope!”
This from Mr. Wagg as Billy and Paul, very warm and very red, hustled into that gentleman’s hotel and suddenly stopped, as if they had at that moment forgotten what they came for.
“No,—not exactly,” said Billy. “Fact is, we have no news at all and it just makes us feel that we’ve got to get busy; and that’s what we’ve been doing—hustling up here as hard as ever we could.”
“What for? What scent are you on now?” asked the landlord, peering over his glasses as he leaned upon the register counter. There was a trace of amusement in his voice.
“That’s just it,” put in Paul. “We don’t know just what scent we are on but, by thunder! we’ve got to get some news of that car!”