The chugging of the auto diminished and died in the distance.

Amy arose stiffly from where he had thrown himself out of the light.
"Now, what the dickens ?" he demanded puzzledly.
"I can't imagine," replied Clint.

"And I don't much care.

What gets me is why we didn't speak to them!" "That's so," agreed Amy.

"Somehow, there was something sort of sneaky about them, though, wasn't there?
Bet you anything they were robbers or--or something." "Robbers don't usually travel around the country at night in autos," said Clint thoughtfully.