"They'll keep clear of any one you send," growled Jurgens, "I'll guarantee that."
"Whose automobile is this, Jurgens?" queried Dick.
"It belongs to a firm in New Orleans," he replied, with a leer. "We rented it and were going to forget to take it back."
"Why didn't you leave town when Townsend let you go, that other time?" Matt went on, hoping for an answer to a question that had long bothered him.
"Because we believed Townsend had got the loot that was in the iron chest," said Jurgens, "and we had as much right to it as he had."
"And you watched Townsend, after that?"
"Every minute, night and day."
Just here Matt swerved from the street of the town and came to a halt in front of a public house.
"We'll go in and eat, Motor Matt," said Dashington, with a significant look at the young motorist, "and Carl and Dick can stay here and keep watch over the machine and Jurgens. We can send them a hand-out."
Matt, seeing that there was some object back of Dashington's suggestion, acquiesced. They got down from the car and went into the tavern, took a seat in the dining room and sent out a hot meal to those in the car.