“He looks all right to me,” replied Cricket.
“We ought to get rid of him,” persisted Spark.
“What’s got you on the run, old man?” queried Clancy.
“Give it up; but I’ve got a feeling that there’s trouble ahead. And look here—I’ll bet I can prove to you that this Jones, as he calls himself, is crooked.”
“If you can do that, Spark,” said Clancy, “we’ll salt him too quick.”
“Can you run the Spider now, Clancy?”
“Well enough to take us where we want to go. But come on, if you’re through. It’s time we hit the trail.”
They got up, picked up their satchels from beside their chairs, and went out and got into the auto.
“Keep right on along the turnpike, Jones, just as we were going before we stopped,” said Martin.
Nick carried out his orders, and they were soon spinning along in a due north direction.