He paused as he reached the spot. Then he rubbed his eyes and wondered if he was seeing straight. He even pinched himself to see if he was awake.
“What’s the matter?” asked Ned, who was following close behind his chum.
“The auto is gone!” cried Jerry.
“Gone?”
“Yes. Stolen!”
“What’s that?” exclaimed Nestor, running up.
Jerry pointed under the tree. There was not any sign of an automobile.
“That’s funny,” observed Broswick. “It couldn’t fly away, that’s sure.” He led his horse from the cave up to the road and stooped down to examine the path closely.
“Let’s have one of those candles,” the hunter called to Nestor. Lighting the wick the old man examined the road with care, moving about in a circle and then going backward and forward for quite a distance.
“Well?” inquired Nestor, when the hunter straightened up.