"That's one on us," he said. "We never thought of that. Maybe he has asked Brady already."
"Brady doesn't know our names," said Tim. "You didn't tell him, did you, Don?"
"No, he didn't ask. But he could easily describe us so that Josh would recognise us, I guess."
"That's the trouble with being so plaguy distinguished looking," mourned Tim. "Seems to me, fellows, that there's just one thing to be did, and did sudden."
"You mean warn Mr. Brady?" asked Clint.
"Exactly, my discerning young friend. Maybe the horse is stolen——"
"What horse?" asked Tom perplexedly.
"Merely a figure of speech, Tom. I was about to observe when so rudely interrupted——"
"Oh, cut out the verbiage," growled Tom.
"That possibly it was too late to lock the stable door," continued Tim, "but we'd better do it, just the same. Let's see if he has a telephone."