While Dave was busy at the wire Dick and the news editor talked
over the affair in low tones.

"With the horse you can cover a lot of ground," suggested Bradley.
"And you're right about taking up the trail where it started. In
half an hour, if you don't strike something big, you can drive back
here on the jump for further orders. And don't forget the use of
the 'phone, if you're at a distance. Also, if you strike something,
and want to follow it further, you can have Darrin drive in with
anything that you've struck up to the minute. Hustle, both of you.
And, Darrin, we'll pay you for your trouble tonight."

Horse and buggy were soon at the door. Dick sprang in, picking
up the reins. Dave leaped in at the other side. The horse started
away at a steady trot.

"I hope those boys have brains enough not to go right past the
story," mused Bradley, gazing after the buggy before he went back
to his desk. "But I guess Prescott always has his head squarely
on his shoulders. He does, in school athletics, anyway. Len
Spencer is the man for this job, so of course Len had to be laid
up with a cold and fever that would make it murder to send him
out tonight."

Horse and buggy were soon at the door. Dick sprang in, picking
up the reins. Dave leaped in at the other side. The horse started
away at a steady trot.

"I hope those boys have brains enough not to go right past the