"I am not sure of that."
"Search the house if you like."
"Thank you. I shall."
He swiftly passed inside and went through the rooms, but saw nothing of the James Boys.
Jack remained at the door with the woman.
He saw by her nervous manner that she was smothering a feeling of intense agitation.
Whether it came from her aversion of the officer, or because her sons were around, Jack could not judge.
"That's a mighty queer wagon you've got there," she remarked presently, as she pointed at the Terror.
"Yes," replied Jack. "It is designed to run down your sons."
She started, and a tigerish look flashed from her eyes.