“And possibly these guys have got wise to it.”
“That appears to be about the size of it,” nodded Chick. “Furthermore, it looks as if Badger, in making this lightning trip, had got something up his sleeve for Nick.”
“A counter-move?”
“Precisely.”
“What shall we do about it?”
“We’ll first make sure about Nick,” replied Chick. “He was to rejoin us at four o’clock. If he doesn’t show up at that hour, or a little later, we must get a move on.”
“To trace him?”
“Sure.”
“And if we fail to strike his trail?”
“Back out here we’ll come, Patsy, dog or no dog, to learn what this sudden journey really meant,” declared Chick, with grave determination.