“I guess that’s right.”
“Badger pointed toward town several times,” added Chick, with grave countenance. “I’d wager a little that Nick is in some way back of this, if not involved in some bother.”
“You don’t imagine——”
“Easy! Here comes Badger again.”
Once more the latter had bolted out of the house, and this time he was followed by his wife.
Now both had on their outside garments, and evidently were prepared for a ride.
At the same moment an automobile, with a furious rumble and whir, came into view in front of the stable, and sped across the lawn to meet the couple.
It was driven by Conley, who tumbled out of it the instant it stopped, while Badger and his wife clambered in almost as quickly.
In another moment, with Badger running it, the car was speeding down the long gravel driveway toward Laurel Road.