to find our folks at home.”
Looking back as I climbed the fence, I saw that Andy had put the girl in the car and was getting in himself.
“Just a moment,” I called to Jack and Carey, who were already starting across the field.
“Thought of something else to kill time,” the swarthy man complained.
I went back across the road to the car and spoke quickly and softly to Andy:
“Dick Foley and Mickey Linehan should be hanging around the neighborhood. As soon as we’re out of sight, hunt ’em up. Turn Miss Newhall over to Dick. Tell him to take her with him and beat it for a phone—rouse the sheriff. Tell Dick he’s to turn the girl over to the sheriff, to hold for the San Francisco police. Tell him he’s not to give her up to anybody else—not even to me. Got it?”