“Give her every ounce of power!” cried Nick, and Chick turned on the current full drive. “We’ll overhaul ’em,” averred Chick, “providing something doesn’t give way.” “And providing we’re on the right track,” added Nick; “they may have scented trouble and turned off the main road.” “We’ll soon find out. Who are they?” “They are the men who robbed the bank at Latimer, Monday night. One of them is short, thickset and has a mole on his right check----” “Clancy!” cried Chick. “If we get near enough,” put in Patsy, lifting a repeating rifle from the bottom of the auto, “we can stop them with this.” “Where did you get that?” asked Nick. “The proprietor of the barn, in Latimer, had it, and I borrowed it. There’s more range to this than there is to a six-shooter.” Again they listened, and a worried look overspread Nick’s face when they failed to hear the pounding of the gasoline auto. “There hasn’t been a road, so far, that they could turn off on,” said Chick, “so it’s a safe-money guess that we’re behind them.” “At this rate we ought to come up with them before long,” returned Nick. “What did you find at 1145 Mechlin Street, Chick?” “It was Mechlin Avenue.” “That’s immaterial. You found the place?” “Like a top.” “What sort of a place is it?” “A tough boarding house run by a hag who has a son called Five Points.” “Well?” “I went to the hang-out in a tough disguise, and had no difficulty in getting lodging. I thought I might have to stay a day or two, but a couple of hours was enough.” “What did you learn?” “Lots; and it was hot stuff, too.” Again they listened and looked for the Red Spider, but in vain. Nor had they yet passed any crossroad, so they felt sure their men must still be ahead of them. “Go on, Chick,” said Nick. “The hag that bossed the roost was having a confab with a brother of hers, in the sitting room of the place. “The brother was as clear a case of grafter as I ever saw--he had all the marks from soles to headpiece. “It seems that he was out for the stuff, and wanted to join a gang where there would be something doing. “The old woman was putting him next to a touch of the warm variety, and, say! I heard enough to land them both in the Tombs. “The hag was telling about her son, Five Points, and how he had connected with a Montana man who was working a graft that was as novel as it was successful. “The old woman, you see, thought that her brother might be able to join the same gang, and he was dead anxious to make the attempt. “From what the hag said, it appears that there were four in Clancy’s party--Clancy himself, Five Points, a man called Spark, and another known as Cricket. “They came together at some place in Vermont, and captured an auto car belonging to some Chicago people who were doing the New England States. “Clancy, it seems, had had his eye on this party for some time.