“Hum! they’ve got their nerve!” exclaimed Croyden.
By this time, they had been observed by the men in the buggy who, immediately, came toward them.
“Let us get away from this place!” said Croyden, and they sauntered along landward.
“And make them stop us—don’t give the least indication that we know them,” added Macloud.
As the buggy neared, Macloud and Croyden glanced carelessly at the occupants, and were about to pass on, when Hook-nose calmly drew the horse over in front of them.
“Which of you men is named Croyden?” he asked.
“I am,” said Geoffrey.
“Well, you’re the man we’re lookin’ for. Geoffrey is the rest of your handle, isn’t it?”
“You have the advantage of me,” Croyden assured him. 160
“Yes, I think I have, in more ways than your name. Where can we have a little private talk?”