Martin paid his bill, and he and Nick walked out to the Red Spider, which stood at the curb in front.
Nick cast a casual glance through the window near which Chick had been sitting.
His chair was empty.
There were two men on the rear seat of the automobile; men who had faces of the recognized criminal type.
Martin climbed into the machine, and Nick followed, the two men on the rear seat eying him sharply.
“Start east and take the first turn to the left,” ordered Martin, “then follow that road right out of town and into the country.”
Nick put the car in motion.
As he turned the corner he caught a glimpse of Clarkson’s machine just rounding the hotel from the direction of the barn.
Chick and Patsy were on the seat, and Chick was doing the driving.