“If we get near enough,” put in Patsy, lifting a repeating rifle from the bottom of the auto, “we can stop them with this.”
“Where did you get that?” asked Nick.
“The proprietor of the barn, in Latimer, had it, and I borrowed it. There’s more range to this than there is to a six-shooter.”
Again they listened, and a worried look overspread Nick’s face when they failed to hear the pounding of the gasoline auto.
“There hasn’t been a road, so far, that they could turn off on,” said Chick, “so it’s a safe-money guess that we’re behind them.”
“At this rate we ought to come up with them before long,” returned Nick. “What did you find at 1145 Mechlin Street, Chick?”
“It was Mechlin Avenue.”
“That’s immaterial. You found the place?”
“Like a top.”
“What sort of a place is it?”