CHAPTER XXIII
QUEER ACTIONS OF NO. 41
Dan stood silently, his teeth on his lower lip, his face heavy with thought. Billy continued:
“How ever did Chance do it?”
“That’s where he went when he got up so early this morning at the inn. He went to the gasoline station, bribed somebody there, and got the cans filled with water. One thing is sure, we’ll make whoever helped him suffer for it.”
“But what good will that do?” demanded Billy, “when we have lost the race?”
“We haven’t lost the race!” snapped his brother.
“We’re stalled here, I tell you!” cried Billy, waving his arms excitedly.
“I know it.”
“What are you going to do for power? How you going to get to the next station—fly? You say the word and I’ll run all the way to the nearest town and buy the gasoline, and bring it back in a wagon. But it will take oceans of time.”