“I thought I recognized your voice, Mr. Armitage,” said Dan.
“And Mr. Briggs is here. This is the car you took a ride in Saturday night, young man,” and the gentleman laughed. “How are you? I hear Josiah Somes tried to mix you and Mr. Briggs’ car up with the robbery of the Farmers’ Bank.”
“He did indeed,” admitted Dan.
“I’m glad to see you again, boy,” said Mr. Briggs, likewise leaning out of the tonneau. “Some of our boys and hired men started out an hour ago after ’coons. Have you heard or seen anything of them?”
“No, sir. I reckon they went over toward the swamp. We only own a small piece of these woods, and the ’coons and ’possums have been driven all away to the swamp side.”
“There!” exclaimed Mr. Armitage, “I told you I was sure we were taking the wrong road, Briggs.”
“And we’ve got to go clear around by Meadville to find a road fit to drive this machine over!” exclaimed his friend.
“No, sir,” said Dan, quickly. “You can go into town and turn at Peckham’s Corner. There’s a good road going into the swamp which branches from the Port Luther turnpike.”
“I know it!” cried Mr. Armitage. “I remember now.”
“Sure you can find it, Tom?”