“Well, it’s empty, and you can occupy that. You’re not going to get out of my sight while we’re in town.”
Nick did not fancy this arrangement, but there was nothing else for him to do except to proceed as Martin directed.
As they trundled into the bar, they saw another auto standing near the door.
“Whose machine is that?” asked Martin.
“It belongs to Mr. Clarkson,” replied one of the men connected with the stable.
It was an electric vehicle—a fact which Nick was glad to observe.
Being electric, it was practically noiseless.
The Red Spider, on the other hand, had a gasoline motor, and pounded along in a way that would make it heard at some distance.
Chick and Patsy would thus have the advantage in the chase; they could hear the Spider fanning along, but those on the Spider would not be able to hear them.
On leaving the barn, Martin and Nick went upstairs to the former’s rooms.