“He only asked if I’d seen an auto go along the road below here.”
“Nothing more?”
“Not a thing.”
“I thought I heard him say something about me, Conley, and the cut of my jib.”
“Oh, that was only because he couldn’t learn anything from me, and he didn’t fancy the jolly I was giving him,” replied Conley, with a grin. “Devil a thing did I tell him, Amos, and I was only keeping him on a string till I was dead sure that you and Claudy were out of your auto rigs and into the togs in which he found you.”
“Are you sure he didn’t get sight of the other machine?” demanded Badger apprehensively.
“The one you used when you held him up?”
“Yes, certainly.”
“Oh, I’m dead sure that he didn’t see that,” cried Conley confidently. “I had that in the secret cover a good five minutes before he showed up in the runabout.”