"So--the one they call the Boss has led up to the refuge of the
Chief, the scientific gunman, at last," Garrick exclaimed, with
marked satisfaction, as we turned and walked slowly back again to
our car.
"Yes," I assented, "and now that we have found them--what are we
to do with them?"
"It is still early in the day," Garrick remarked, looking at his
watch. "They suspect no trouble up here. Here they evidently feel
safe. No doubt they think we are still hunting for them
fruitlessly in New York. I think we can afford to leave them here
for a few hours. At any rate, I feel that I must return to the
city. I must see Dillon, and then drop into my office, if we are
to accomplish anything against them."
He had turned the car around and we made our way back to the main
road, and then southward again, taking up in earnest the long
return trip to the city and covering the distance in Warrington's
racer in a much shorter time, now that we had not to follow
another car and keep under cover.
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