“So are a lot of things which are not going to happen. Let’s not cross our bridges before we get to them.”
“All right, we won’t and now for some sleep.”
It was just beginning to get light when a tap on the door brought them quickly out of bed and into their clothes. They found the two captains all ready for the breakfast which Captain Jim had arranged for the night before. The cars were waiting outside by the time they had finished and introductions were made all around.
“Captain Jim’s sure got a fine bunch of men,” Bob whispered to Jack.
“They do look as though they could give a good account of themselves in a fight,” Jack replied. “I wish we could all go together.”
“Same here, but that’s out of the question.”
“We’ll start first and you leave in just a half an hour,” Captain Jim said to one of his men. “I don’t want any one along the road to see us all together. Those fellows have got confederates all over, and at the least suspicion some one will be sure to notify them. We’ll wait for you about a mile the other side of Jim Cutter’s place. You know where that is, don’t you?”
“Sure, I know it,” the man assured him.
“All right. Now just about a mile the other side is a woods road which runs off to the left and we’ll be waiting up there. Don’t drive over thirty miles an hour then we won’t get too close together.”
Captain Jim together with Bob and one of the men, a big broad shouldered giant named John Sands, got into his machine and after bidding Captain Brice and Jack good-bye they were off.