“One of dad’s trucks has been held up!” gasped Herb. “In broad daylight, too!”
“Was anything taken?” asked Joe.
“Anything? Well, I should say! They looted the truck of everything. It’s a wonder they didn’t steal the machinery.”
“That’s a pretty big loss for your dad, isn’t it?” said Bob gravely.
“It is!” replied Herb, running his fingers through his hair. “He’s all cut up about it and vows he’ll catch the ruffians. Though he’ll have to be a pretty clever man if he does, I’ll say.”
“They do seem to be pretty slick,” agreed Bob.
“I wonder if the same gang is responsible for all the robberies,” put in Joe.
“It looks that way,” said Jimmy. “It looks as if there were a crook at the head of the bunch who has pretty good brains.”
“A regular master criminal, Doughnuts?” gibed Herb, then sobered again as he thought of his father’s loss.
“It’s bad enough,” he said gloomily, “to hear of other people’s property being stolen, but when it comes right down to your own family, it’s getting a little too close for comfort.”