“We have entered Laurel Road,” he rightly conjectured. “In five more minutes we should arrive at Badger’s house. Providing that I am not discovered in this infernally tight box, I there may hear something to serve my purpose. If I can learn definitely that Nick is out here, and then discover just where he is located, the rest of the job should be fairly easy.”
For his own peril, let it be what it might, the brave youngster had not even a passing thought.
Presently the car turned again, and began to slow down, and a moment later, when the noise of the motor abated, Patsy could plainly hear Vic Clayton addressing her companion.
“There is Amos on the side veranda, Claudia,” she cried, in satisfied tones.
“So I see, Vic,” was the reply.
“Things must still be all right out here, old girl, since he appears to be taking it easy, and is smoking a cigar.”
“I will round that side of the house before running the car to the stable,” said Claudia.
“You can drop me there, too.”
“We’ll both stop there, and let Amos put the car under cover. Yes, I judge that things are all right out here, as you say.”