4This brought them to about noon on Thursday. In their room Plug was perched on a chair tipped back against the wall, his heels on the rung, smoking his pipe, while d**k paced restlessly back and forth as they discussed their plans. No less an undertaking than a kidnapping was what they proposed carrying out, in fact a double kidnapping. Over and over all the details they went; a dozen possible contingencies had to be provided for.
“We’ll only have one chance,” said d**k grimly. “We can’t afford to slip up anywhere.”
“Suppose we make a clean getaway,” said Plug. “What’ll we do with the man?”
“Oh, carry him out into a lonely part of the country somewhere, and drop him out of the car,” said d**k.
“The worst of it is, we don’t know whether they aim to turn the trick this afternoon or a we
