"What!"
"It certainly was."
"I guess your father was right about him then. He said he was a dangerous man, and I guess he is, if he's mixed up with that gang out there."
"Well, Frank wouldn't talk the way he does unless he'd heard it at home."
"Probably not. Do you suppose they recognized us?"
"Suppose they did?" said Bob, carelessly. "We have a right to the road, haven't we?"
"Certainly, but the man who locked us in the room! He must have been in the car and would surely recognize us as the ones who were in the house."
"That's true," exclaimed Bob. "Do you think they'll turn around and come after us?"
Hugh glanced back over his shoulder. "The car has stopped," he exclaimed.
"Come on, Bob, we'd better ride for all there is in us."
The two boys leaned forward on their pedals, bent low over the handlebars, and rode as hard as they could. They were not far from the town now and they knew that the occupants of the gray roadster would not dare molest them, when once they had gained the populated districts. Not once did they look back until they were safely within the city limits.