“Then we’ll have to rush,” said Chick. “The border isn’t more than twenty miles away.”
They all realized the value of the minutes that were slipping past, and ran for the turnpike, sprang into the auto, and started on at top speed.
After they had crossed the bridge and got some distance beyond, they began to look and listen for some sign of the Spider.
They could hear nothing.
“Give her every ounce of power!” cried Nick, and Chick turned on the current full drive.
“We’ll overhaul ’em,” averred Chick, “providing something doesn’t give way.”
“And providing we’re on the right track,” added Nick; “they may have scented trouble and turned off the main road.”
“We’ll soon find out. Who are they?”
“They are the men who robbed the bank at Latimer, Monday night. One of them is short, thickset and has a mole on his right check——”
“Clancy!” cried Chick.