“I should say so,” panted Aleck, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Whew! Maybe we haven’t had a time of it. But say, how about your auto?”
“That part of it doesn’t bother me,” answered George, with a calmness that surprised his companion. “The authorities are bound to take care of it. Gee whiz—it made my blood boil when I thought of being held in this place until Uncle Dan, or perhaps Pierre, should straighten things out. Just think of it.”
“I did think of it,” said Aleck. “That’s the reason I ran so fast. Don’t believe we’re safe in this place.”
“Nor I, either.”
“What shall we do?”
“Look out for the ‘Gray Gull’; and make Jack Lyons sail right away from Poughkeepsie.”
“We’ll have some hours to wait.”
“Well, we can go to some small restaurant and get a bite to eat. Jiminy, I’d like to know what they have done with the auto,” and George laughed.
“Wonder what was the matter with it?”
“Don’t know, I’m sure.”