“Got any choice?”

“Of roads?”

“Yes.”

“Not a bit, Nick. You say.”

“Take the right, then. I’ll follow the left.”

“Shake. So long, Nick.”

“Good luck, Chick.”

They shook hands heartily and separated, striding rapidly away over each of the woodland roads, neither so much as dreaming how soon fate would again bring them together.

CHAPTER V.
THE NAME ON A SIGN.

It was not in the least degree by chance, but by a very remarkably clever bit of detective work, that Nick Carter had succeeded so quickly in picking up the trail of the miscreants by whom Clara Clayton had been abducted.