Chick Carter’s eyes took on a sudden bright gleam.
They had lighted upon a large willow hamper, or covered basket, attached to the rear of the car for the purpose of stowing away articles to be carried on a long tour. The hamper was nearly as large as a small trunk, and the top was secured only with two brass clasps.
“By Jove, Patsy, here’s the chance of a lifetime!” Chick hurriedly exclaimed.
“What do you mean?” came the eager inquiry.
“Do you see that hamper?”
“Sure!”
“Do you think you can get into it?”
Patsy needed no further hint to the design in Chick’s mind, nor to the possibility it presented. With eyes quickly glowing with eagerness and excitement, he hurriedly replied:
“Get into it? Sure I can! The scheme is a corker! It’ll take me right into the midst of these rascals. Come on, Chick, and——”