At the first two they got no clue. But they were luckier at the third.
“Any one inquiring for a car?” repeated the owner of the garage. “Yes, there was one fellow not fifteen minutes ago. Wanted to get to Allendale, where he said he could catch a train.”
“Did the man stutter?” asked Bob eagerly.
“Should say he did!” replied the garage owner, grinning. “Got so tangled up that he had to whistle to go on.”
“Cassey!” cried the boys in one breath.
[CHAPTER XXV—THE FIGHT IN THE DARK]
The man looked at them curiously.
“Friend of yours?” he questioned.
“Friend!” exclaimed Bob. “He’s a thief, and it’s only luck that he isn’t a murderer. He blackjacked Mr. Harvey over at the radio station and got away with a pile of money. Which way did he go?”
“Over in the direction of Allendale,” replied the man, pointing out into the darkness. “So he’s a thief, is he? If I had known that I’d have nabbed him. That explains why he was so excited. He offered me any money for a car, but mine were all out at the time.”