Possibly these men had managed to hoodwink the capitalist
in some fashion, and when their opportunity came had run away
with something valuable belonging to him. They may even have used
some of the good doctor's chloroform, or other drugs, to put him in
a condition whereby he could not give the alarm or start a pursuit
for some hours.
It was really thrilling; but Frank had no desire to see anything
further of his unwelcome companions. He wished he had the nerve to
turn the car from the road; but the chances of being injured
himself discounted this desire.
Surely there ought to be some other way whereby he could say good-bye
in a hurry. They would not search long for him if he once got away.
Since Jim admitted that his arm was feeling better perhaps he would
try and guide the machine into Fayette. Meanwhile Frank could be
trying in some fashion to warn the authorities.
The sound of their voices just reached him as he sat there
thinking. They were talking low now, as if desirous of not letting
him hear, but Frank possessed keen ears, and could catch certain
words, especially in Jim's heavier tones.
"It's just got to be did sooner or later.
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