"He can't
follow us and we can get such a start with our motorcycles--"
"Yes, but he'll know their game is up," said Harry. "Don't you see, Dick?
He'll tell them they're suspected--and that's all they'll need in the way
of warning. When men are doing anything as desperate as the sort of work
they're up to in that house, they take no more chances than they have to.
They'd be off at once, and start up somewhere else. We only stumbled on
this by mere accident--they might be able to work for weeks if they were
warned."
"Oh, I never thought of that! What are we to do, then?"
"I wish I knew whether anyone saw us from the house! If they didn't--!
Well, we'll have to risk that. Dick, do you see that house over there? It's
all boarded up--it must be empty."
"Yes, I see it." Dick caught Harry's idea at once this time, and began
measuring with his eye the distance to the little house of which Harry had
spoken. "It's all down hill--I think we could manage it all right."
"We'll try it, anyhow," said Harry. "But first we'd better tie up his hands
and feet. He's too strong for the pair of us, I'm afraid, if he should come
to."
Once that was done, they began to drag the spy toward the house. Half
carrying, half pulling, they got him down the slope, and with a last great
effort lifted him through a window, which, despoiled of glass, had been
boarded up.
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