The departure was made so excitedly and hurriedly that Patsy, who had been holding his breath all the while, now exhaled it with a sharp gasp.
“Whew; that beats the record,” he exclaimed.
“What puzzles me,” replied Chick perplexedly, “is where that auto came from.”
“Gee! that’s just what I was thinking.”
“It did not come out of the stable, I’ll swear to that.”
“It looked to me as if it came around the farther corner.”
“It was a Packard,” said Chick. “I know the machine.”
“Perhaps——”
“Break off and follow me,” now interrupted Chick, who had been watching Conley walk leisurely back toward the stable.
“Where now?” asked Patsy, as they drew back through the woods.