“Yes.”
“Well, Canady lays on t’other side o’ that monniment.”
“Great Scott!” exclaimed Patsy; “you wasn’t very much to the good, Nick, after all.”
“It was close, mighty close,” added Chick.
“A miss is as good as a mile,” said Nick, jumping into the auto. “Let her go, Chick.”
* * * * * * *
That evening, at about nine o’clock, the two automobiles drew up in front of police headquarters, in the city of Latimer.
The chief was not in evidence, but he was quickly summoned from home by telephone.
“By Jupiter!” he cried; “you’ve done it, Carter—done it, and with ground to spare.”
“A hundred feet of ground,” grinned Patsy.