“Where you goin’?” he was asked.
“Over to see if I can’t collect that dough,” he growled. “Anybody want ter go with me?”
“What’s the use?” one fellow asked. “We was there not more than an hour ago.”
“All right. Leave it to me.”
He walked on toward the door.
“Come on,” muttered Joe. “Let’s get to our car before he gets away.”
As hastily, yet as quietly, as possible the youths ran around the back of the house and through the alley for a distance of about a square. Then they turned out to the street and to their car.
Joe had the motor started just as the crook left the curb.
“Let’s head him off,” suggested Bob. “We can easily get there before he does if we cut across and not take the through street.”
“Good idea,” and the car was turned up a narrow cross street.