That's how the fellow managed to get into the game, after all.

Well, what of it all, anyway ?" "That car is running along slowly, and it has a full-sized crowd in it," muttered Bayliss, going closer to his crony.

"Wadleigh, Prescott and Darrin---and maybe the chauffeur is a thick friend of theirs." "What on earth are you driving at ?" demanded Dodge, glancing up.
"Bert, I don't believe I'm wholly stuck on the scheme of us driving back to Gridley.

There are too many lonely spots along the road.
"Do you think they'd assassinate us ?" jeered Bert.
"I---I think Wadleigh may have formed the notion of stopping us and giving us a thrashing," responded Bayliss.
"Bosh!" snapped Dodge quickly.
Yet, none the less, he paused and looked thoughtful.
"There's more than one road to Gridley, old fellow," muttered Bert uneasily.

"You see Schimmelpodt and that mocker didn't pass us on the way here." "But I think they're likely to have guessed our road," persisted Bayliss.