“Open one of the satchels, Chick,” said Nick, “and see what’s inside. I’m a little anxious to know.”
Chick complied.
“Whew!” he exclaimed, his amazed eyes fixed on the contents of the satchel he had opened.
“Gold, silver and bank notes?” queried Nick.
“I should say so!”
“It’s the bank money. I’ll travel in the Red Spider with you, Chick, and Clancy and the man with the broken leg will ride with us. Patsy, you and your man can hum along in the other machine.”
It was necessary to rope Clancy’s legs before he could be put into the automobile; but he was finally stowed away and all was made ready for the return journey.
Nick, before climbing into the Spider beside Clancy, turned to the blacksmith, who was standing near.
“How far is it to the Canadian line from here?” he asked.
“See that pile o’ rocks?” the smith returned, indicating a heap of stones about a hundred feet to the rear of the shop.