“He looks it, Henley, no mistake. One moment while I lock this door and remove the key. Now, then, we’re off.”
Nick led the way out to the touring car, in which Patsy presently joined them, bringing a pair of Gordon’s shoes, and in another moment they were speeding down the long driveway toward the woodland road.
“Take us to the point where we picked Henley up, Danny,” Nick directed. “He then can take the ribbons and show us the way.”
“You can run a quarter mile farther,” said Henley. “That’ll take us to the crossroad. It’s rough going, then, too rough for a buzz car.”
“We will walk the remaining distance, Henley, in that case,” Nick replied, all the while with an air of friendliness and appreciation of his services that appeared to deceive the swarthy ruffian. “I think you said it is less than a mile from the road to the pond you mentioned.”
“’Tain’t more than half a mile.”
“Just where did you see Gordon and the girl last evening?”
“Going through the crossroad.”
“We traced them to the juncture of the two roads.[Pg 26]”
“It was a quarter mile from there that I saw them.”