"Central, give me 163-J in a hurry!"
A few minutes later the automobile was at the door. The tall
stranger and two other men who had been in the lawyer's office
were now on the sidewalk.
"Crowd on all the speed you can, my man," appealed the tall stranger.
"If you get into any trouble with the authorities I'll pay all
the fines you incur. This is a matter of life and death."
The speaker and his two men crowded into the car.
"You come, too," called the tall one to Dick.
"Is there room for one other boy?" asked Dick.
"Yes; we can squeeze him in."
"Want to come, Dave?" Dick inquired.
Darrin was by his chum's side in an instant.
"Let out the speed!" ordered the tall man. "Prescott will tell
you where to go."
Four members of Dick & Co. had been worrying about their suppers,
but now not one of them but would have waited indefinitely for
a chance to go on that one especial auto trip.
"Greg, tell my folks where I've gone, and why," Dick shouted back.
Then---whizz! The automobile was down the street and around a
corner before anyone could say "Jack Robinson!"
Chapter III
DICK MARCHES HIS NINE ON
The automobile party arrived just in time to see the blazing roof
of the little cottage crash inward, sending up a shower of sparks
against the sky of the dying day.
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