“She ought to, that’s a fact,” said Levitt, “but I’m afraid she won’t. However, we’ve got to take a chance. Hop in, McGlory.”
Levitt speeded up the engine and threw in the clutch. The runabout moved quietly out of the garage.
[CHAPTER XI.
UNCLE TOM AGAIN.]
Why hadn’t McGlory and Levitt gone to the city with Colonel Billings?
This is the mental question Matt put to himself, and he was at a loss for a logical answer.
If McGlory and Levitt were hand and glove with the colonel in working out his nefarious scheme, then there was no reason in the world why they should not be traveling together—unless the big touring car used by the colonel had been loaded to its capacity. This did not seem possible.
Nor could it be that Levitt and McGlory were taking the runabout to get it out of Matt’s way. They didn’t want to use the car, and they had asked Kelly for another.
Matt, with his curiosity still unsatisfied, was on the point of rolling back to his cot, when some one else appeared in the doorway. Hope leaped within him when he recognized Uncle Tom.
Uncle Tom! Matt had forgotten all about the old negro.