“I have the touring car that I came down in this morning,” said Murdock. “I’m going to take Janet up there. You can ride with us.”
“Say, is this on the level?” asked Chick, frowning. “If not, I’ll blow the head off of some one.”
Murdock laughed.
“You mean my head, of course,” said he. “But you’ll have no cause to do so, Kennedy, on my word. I’m giving it to you dead straight, and you’ll take no risk in going with me.”
“That settles it,” Chick declared abruptly. “I’ll go. Where is your car?”
“In the next street.”
“Come on, then, and——”
“Wait!” Murdock interrupted. “We must wait for Janet.”
“I’m ready, Jeff, all but my hat!” she cried, rising.
“Put it on, then, and we’ll be off.”