“Well, that’s the machine I want Chick and Patsy to follow with.”
“How will your assistants keep track of you?”
“Trust them for that.”
“But if the Red Spider pulls out before they get here——”
“It won’t. I’ll see that it doesn’t.”
Nick had not got quite through with the chief, but was obliged to break off his talk at that moment.
There came the sound of a closing door from the brick house, and Martin appeared and came down the steps to the sidewalk.
The chief did not attempt to run, but stood his ground.
“Hosses aire good enough fer me, by gosh!” he exclaimed. “I wouldn’t give ye twenty-five cents fer a dozen o’ them there machines.”
Martin paid no attention to the supposed “hayseed,” beyond flashing a curious look at him as he climbed into the auto.