"Yes, and the minute we stick our heads out of the door we'll get a bullet through us. I don't see that we stand a chance."
"But we can't stay here," protested Hugh. "If we do they'll certainly fix us one way or another."
"If I don't come home to lunch father will get worried and bring help to us; he knows where we are."
"These people won't wait that long. If they are spies and plotters they'll be desperate and they won't waste much time dealing with us."
"I wonder how far it is to the ground."
"We'd break a leg trying to jump," said Hugh.
"I'll look anyway," and Bob carefully raised himself to his feet and advanced toward the window. He peered out and then suddenly uttered an exclamation.
"Hugh," he cried in a low voice. "The gray roadster is out there. A man just got in and is driving off."
With one bound Hugh was by his friend's side. "Could you see who it was?" he demanded eagerly. The roadster had disappeared down the wagon road.
"I couldn't see," said Bob. "His back was toward me all the time."