"Like a book," replied Harris. "But tell me more about this before I——"
"You've got to hurry, I tell you!" cried Brady, with angry impatience. "The scoundrels are all there, and my girl is there with them. King can explain to you as you travel along."
"Is that automobile there?" asked Harris.
"I didn't see it, but it must be there if the rest are in the house. Hurry up and get started. Your nearest course is to follow the railroad track. Better land in the timber and surround the house before you let Pete and Whipple know you're anywhere in the neighborhood. If you have to shoot, shoot straight."
There was a deadly menace in the last words which did not escape those who heard them.
"You're a bloodthirsty scoundrel!" muttered Harris.
"My word's as good as my bond, though," laughed Brady cynically, "in a case like this."
"You'd better take him to La Grange, Graydon," said Harris, "and then on to South Chicago. Can you manage the team and Brady, too, as far as the town?"
"Sure," replied Graydon confidently. "Hand me that gun, King."
Matt returned the weapon to its owner, and Harris, Graydon and Brady walked toward the carriage and the two waiting officers. While Harris and Graydon were explaining the work ahead to the men in the carriage, Matt and his chums hurried to the air ship and began making the craft ready for the task before her.