“It would be a shrewd move,” said his friend.
“It’s a hot trail, I believe,” cried Dan.
“Run through the town, and onto the pike,” advised Mr. Armitage, “Perhaps we may meet with them.”
Dan shot the car ahead without further word. Everything else was forgotten by the lad but his anxiety to learn the truth about his brother’s connection with the other maroon automobile. Dan was deeply worried.
CHAPTER XII
A GREAT RUN
Instead of turning at Peckham’s Corner, as they had intended had the party kept on after the ’coon hunters, the swift automobile ran on into Riverdale. They passed the Court House and shot through the public square. The town was asleep and nobody challenged them.
A little beyond this was the brick structure in which county prisoners were kept, and the sheriff lived in a wing of the prison. Mr. Armitage touched Dan’s shoulder lightly and the boy slowed down.
“We’d better speak to Midge,” said the gentleman. “We can’t wait for him, but he had better know what’s afoot. If there’s a deputy here——”
“Why didn’t Mr. Sudds telephone here, instead of to Constable Somes?” queried Mr. Briggs, as his friend got out of the automobile.