“Let’s hope so,” went on Reggie. “And now, where do you want to go? I’ll take you anywhere you say, and I’ve got plenty of gas.”
“Shiller’s Woods,” returned Joe. “Do you know where it is, Pop?”
“Yes. I’ve been there—once or twice.”
“And now,” went on Joe, as he settled back in the seat, still in his baseball uniform, as was Pop Dutton, “how did you happen to be here?” and he looked at Reggie.
“Why, I had to come up in this section on business for dad, and sis insisted that I bring her along. So we motored up, and here we are. Sis is at the Continental.”
“Our hotel!” gasped Joe. “I didn’t see her!” His heart was beating wildly.
“No, I just left her there,” returned Reggie. “She is wild to see these final games——”
“I hope she sees us win,” murmured Joe.
“But about this chase,” went on Reggie. “If we’re going up against a lot of tramps perhaps we’d better have a police officer with us.”