"That's nothing," Pee-wee started; "once——"
"He got a couple of snapshots of them, too," I said; "maybe they'll be of some use to you."
"Hey, Mister, can this machine do eighty miles an hour?" Wig piped up.
"Seventy," the man said.
"Y—a—a—h! What did I tell you?" Connie said, giving him a rap on the head.
"Maybe you'll be able to catch them, hey?" Connie said. "Anyway, I hope so, because one of them hit this fellow a good whack on the head."
"So?" said the man. "Well, we'll take care of that pair. It won't be hard, with their pictures. They're a couple of the most desperate auto thieves and highwaymen in this state. You boys did a fine thing. You deserve great credit."
"That's nothing," Pee-wee said; "once when——"
"Which way did they go?" the men asked.
So then we told them all there was to tell, and about our car, and about how we were brought out to Ridgeboro by mistake. They were in so much of a hurry that I thought they'd just let our car roll down into the water, so that they could get by. But anyway, they didn't do that. I guess they liked us, because we did them a good turn.