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Garwood, impatient at our delay, had walked down past the garage to reconnoiter. A car was being backed out hurriedly, and as it turned and swung around the corner, his trained eye had recognized it. Instantly he had reasoned that it was an attempt to make a getaway, and had raised an alarm. Those nearest the door piled out, keen for any excitement. We, too, dashed out on the street.
I'm in such a hurry to get help to take care of Garwood." "What about that crazy man, anyway?" demanded Ted, his mouth agape with curiosity. "I don't believe he's crazy at all, though he may perhaps be a little flighty in his head," Prescott answered. "At any rate, he isn't violent. There's no danger in him. Ted, won't you take back these " Teall shook his head with vigor.
As he proceeded a light seemed to break on the face of Garwood, a heavyset man, whose very gaze was inquisitorial. "Yes, the theft has been reported to us already by Dr. Wilson herself," he interrupted. "The car was insured in a company I represent."
We met Garwood and under his guidance picked our way westward from the better known streets in the heart of the city, to a section that was anything but prepossessing. The place which Garwood sought was a typical Raines Law hotel on a corner, with a saloon on the first floor, and apparently the requisite number of rooms above to give it a legal license.
"It would be mean," Dick retorted in an undertone. "The poor fellow might be tempted to use his injured hand. And you can see how it's burned. I don't wonder. You saw how the flame of the explosion leaped all over that arm. It's a wonder it didn't set him afire." "Are you boys going to leave me," inquired Garwood, "or are you going to remain and thus show me that you are truly of my enemies?"
Baker Botts, Parker and Garwood to represent him and secured from Governor Odell at Albany a requisition on Governor Lanham of Texas for the extradition of the prisoner, which he entrusted to Detective Sergeant Herlihy of the New York Police.
Reginald was ready and together we three set off to meet Garwood at a subway station near the point where the car had been reported. We had scarcely closed the front door, when we ran into Duncan Baldwin, coming down the street, evidently bent on inquiring how Mrs. Blake and Betty were. "Much better," reassured Kennedy. "Come on, Baldwin.
And you will also accept the thanks of John Winthrop, and of Colonel Garwood, whom I represent." Both boys protested, with thanks, that they were able to get home on their own feet. Mr. Winthrop, however, insisted on their going in the car. Truth to tell, both youngsters had used their feet so much that day that they did not object to being taken home.
"Where is the missing man, Dick?" laughed another man in the crowd. "Yes; Dick has found him," called another. "I rather think so," Dick nodded. "At least, I believe our crowd has seen Garwood very lately." Prescott's evident confidence aroused instant curiosity. "Where?" demanded a dozen voices quickly. "I wish you young men wouldn't answer, but just come with me," spoke the tall man quickly.
"Didn't you try to find me here?" demanded Garwood, suspicious still. "I give you my word of honor that we didn't, sir," answered Dick. "Until a moment ago we hadn't any idea that you were within fifty miles of this spot. You see, sir, we're playing Indians and whites. We're the big Injuns, even if we don't look it.
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