“Follow it till it stops,” directed Dave.
“That will be at Genoa.”
“How do you know?”
“I heard the fare give the order.”
“Well, keep it in sight. Can you do it?”
“Trust me,” responded the chauffeur, starting up his machine.
“Don’t catch quite up with them. I want to get off when that boy stops.”
“All right.”
The chauffeur speeded up. As he turned the next street corner the rear red lights of the blue auto could be seen a square distant.
Dave settled back in the comfortable cushioned seat like a person letting down after a severe strain.