“Hey! Hey! Wait a minute! Stop!”
CHAPTER XIII
A MIDNIGHT SCARE
There was a trolley line, newly built, which ran through Seabright, touching some of the other seacoast towns, but not Harbor View. As luck would have it, just when Frank Racer took after the strange man, hoping to make him stop by calling to him, one of the trolley cars came past.
In a flash the man had jumped aboard the electric vehicle, and, as fate would have it, the motorman happened to be behind time. No sooner was the queer stranger in the car, which had not even stopped for him, than the knight of the controller handle swung it clear around in an endeavor to keep up to his schedule, and with a whizz the car darted off.
IN A FLASH THE MAN HAD JUMPED ABOARD THE ELECTRIC VEHICLE.
“Wait! Wait!” yelled Frank, waving at the conductor. The latter shouted something, what it was the lad could not make out. Andy rushed up and joined his brother.
“Missed him; didn’t we?” exclaimed the younger lad ruefully.
“Yes, worse luck,” replied Frank. “He always seems to get away from us.”
“There’ll be another car along in fifteen minutes, boys,” said a kindly fisherman passing along.