She did not. If it were the same car it meant that the gang, feeling that so conspicuous a mark as the J. Jervice car originally presented would be a fatal advertisement of their identity, and yet desirous of making use of the car, had stripped it clean of the betraying top and had taken away everything that could mark it for a peddler's car.
Their plan would have worked successfully but for the betraying tires, and the sharp eye and quick mind of scout Henry Henry, commonly known as Chick-chick.
"Are you sure it's the same?" whispered Glen.
"Surest thing on wheels," affirmed Chick-chick. "Bet you find drygoods in the transmission case if dare look."
"Why do you suppose they've left it here?"
"Good, safe place. Nobody see. Camp not far away, reckon. Better lay pretty low here. There's only two of us."
Late in the afternoon two tired but excited scouts found their way into camp and proceeded to disturb Mr. Newton in his afternoon study hour.
"Is it true that there's reward of five hundred dollars for the bank robbers?" one asked.
"I believe so," said Mr. Newton. "The sheriff himself and quite a few deputies are trying to earn it, too. They are covering this county and several neighboring counties, too."
"Sheriff out this way?" asked Chick-chick.