He peered out and then suddenly uttered an
exclamation.
"Hugh," he cried in a low voice. "The gray roadster is out there. A man
just got in and is driving off."
With one bound Hugh was by his friend's side. "Could you see who it was?"
he demanded eagerly. The roadster had disappeared down the wagon road.
"I couldn't see," said Bob. "His back was toward me all the time."
"How do you suppose that car got in here without our hearing it?"
"I don't know. Of course they had the cutout closed."
"Do you think that man has gone for help?"
"I wouldn't be surprised."
"Then now is our chance to get out of here."
"Perhaps he left a guard."
"I can't help it. At any rate we'll never have a better opportunity
than this."
"Shall we smash the door in with a chair?" asked Bob.
"I don't see what else we can do."
"It's a chance."
"Of course it is, but it's no bigger chance than it is to stay here."
"All right then," said Bob. "Let's each get a chair."
They possessed themselves of chairs and then took their places one on
each side of the door.
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