“It may have come this way to meet us, and——Ah, stop!” she cried, lifting her voice. “We’ll get out here, driver.”
The driver was a surprised man as he brought the taxicab to a halt. It was a lonely piece of road where they had come to a stop, shadowed deeply, as it was, by a thick growth of trees on either side.
“It’s a mile, yet, before we get to the town,” demurred the driver.
“We’ll stop here,” said the girl decisively.
“I can’t see the other car,” spoke up Matt, looking in vain for the automobile that was to take them on.
Although he did not see another car, yet his eye was caught and held by something white fluttering from a bush. While the girl was settling with the driver, Matt made his way to the roadside and examined the fluttering object. It was a white cloth, and had evidently been tied to the bush as a signal.
“Wait a minute!” shouted Matt, as the driver was climbing back into his seat.
Both the driver and the girl whirled around and stared in his direction.
“I may want to go back to New York in the taxicab,” continued Matt. “I’d like to talk with you a minute, Mr. Granger,” he added, putting a little emphasis on the “mister.”
The girl advanced slowly toward him.