At the corner of Main Street he looked to see whether any of his chums were visible, but none were.

So he turned and started, traveling fast.
Had young Prescott answered the 'phone call himself he very likely would have suspected that the voice of the customer was that of Bert Dodge disguised.

However, as it was, the Grammar School boy had no suspicion whatever.

He made part of the distance at a jog trot.

He was soon in the less thickly inhabited part of the town, down in a section of large estates, many of which were used only as summer homes.
"This Mrs.Carhart must be a new-comer in Gridley," reflected Dick, as he hastened along.