“What town is that from?” asked Jerry eagerly.
“Newton; in this state,” was the reply.
“Then we’ll head for Newton,” cried the tall lad. “Come on, fellows!”
A little later the motor boys were once more on the wing, on the trail of the bank robbers.
[CHAPTER XXIII]
AFTER BROWN AND BLACK
Newton, as they had learned from a hasty inquiry just before they started, making their flight as the robbers had, from the roof of the bank, was a fairly large city about two hundred miles from Harmolet. It lay in a westerly direction, and so far that fitted in with the plans of Professor Snodgrass.
“First we’ll hear what Halwell, the private detective, has to say,” decided Jerry. “He may be able to give us a clew. If there were men in Newton, passing twenty dollar gold pieces right after the robbery, they were probably Brown and Black.”
“Or Noddy and Bill,” put in Ned, who persisted in his theory.