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. He could ruin all our
game if he wanted to. I've risked too much now to take chances.
Don't you go to showing any of your squeamishness, Bart; I won't
have it," he was growling.

They must be referring to the boy who sat at the wheel and guided
the moving car. Bart evidently said something more, for presently
the voice of Jim once more came to the listening ears of the one
so deeply interested.

"He ain't goin' to be hurted, I tell you. But his mouth has got to
be kept closed, unless you want the hull county on our heels. I
seen that feller play, and I know what he's capable of doin'. So
just shut up, Bart, and do what I says, hear?"

Evidently the other finally agreed to abide by the decision of his
leader; for they both relapsed into temporary silence.

"I _must_ find some chance to jump!" Frank said over and over
to himself, after having heard what had passed between the two men
back of him.