“And that cove in the water-soaked garments and minus the hat. You pulled him out of the river, didn’t you?”
“Oh, no. He swam out and walked up the bank.”
“But his hands and feet were tied!”
“That’s no trick at all for Nick Carter.”
Cricket gave a jump.
“Nick Carter!” he gasped. “Was that man Nick Carter?”
“Sure. Who did you think he was?”
Cricket muttered an oath.
“There’s no use in a lot of pinheads like us going up against Nick Carter,” he said. “When that sleuth enters a race it’s all over but paying the bets.”
“You’re a pretty sensible kind of a grafter, after all,” said Patsy. “If you’re done chinning, we’ll move—out of the barn and toward the house.”