"Carter be hanged," snapped Goulard, interrupting. "Carter cannot possibly have learned of this job. Only Mullen and the gang knew I had it framed up. Carter cannot have got wise since we turned the trick—that’s out of the question."
"Unless Sadie Badger——”
"Sadie knew nothing about it until I went to warn her against the infernal dick," Goulard again cut in fiercely.[Pg 28] "Blast him, is he out again to queer my game? Whether he is, or not, I’ll have him in my clutches as soon as he attempts it. I’ve got that fixed with Sadie, and well fixed, too. He’ll get his, all right, if he tries to pull off the stunt I think he has in view. I’m wise to it. I’m on to Carter, now, and his infernal tricks. He——”
"You’d better look into this, Goulard, instead of frothing over what the dick can accomplish," interrupted Fallon, with a shrug of his broad shoulders. "We can find out, perhaps, who has been here. There are no tracks showing that the motor cycle was pulled back into the road."
Fallon parted the shrubbery and strode in through the underbrush and bushes, while speaking, Goulard following close behind him.
"Ah! I thought so!" Fallon suddenly exclaimed. "Here’s the machine. The fellow hid it in this thicket."
"He may be watching us, then, at this moment," growled Goulard, gazing sharply around.
"I guess not."
"You mean?"
"He had other reasons for hiding it so carefully," Fallon forcibly argued. "He could have watched all that took place after Mullen and Simp Sampson showed up, Goulard, without lugging that heavy wheel so far into the woods."