“No.”
“That’s blamed queer! Didn’t you hear me, either?”
“No.”
“How did you find out I was gone from up front?”
“The taxi jumped into a stone wall,” answered Matt dryly, “and threw us out. If you’ll step out of this patch of brush you can see the machine.”
“Was it damaged much?” asked the man anxiously.
“It doesn’t seem to be.”
“Think I can tinker it up so as to take you and that other young chap on to Rye?”
“That’s where you’re to take us, is it?”
“Yes.”