In a few moments the boys were tearing down the road in pursuit of the automobile thief I
CHAPTER II
The Holdup
CHET MORTON’S jalopy was such a brilliant yellow that the boys were confident it would not be difficult to pick up the trail of the auto thief.
“The Queen’s pretty well known around Bay-port,” Frank remarked. “We should meet someone who saw it.”
“Seems strange to me,” said Joe, “that a thief would take a car like that. Auto thieves usually take cars of a standard make and color. They’re easier to get rid of.”
“It’s possible,” Frank suggested, “that the thief didn’t steal the car to sell it. Maybe, for some reason, he was making a fast getaway and he’ll abandon it.”
“Look!” Chet exclaimed, pointing to a truck garden where several men were hoeing cabbage plants. “Maybe they saw the Queen.”
“I’ll ask them,” Frank offered, and brought his motorcycle to a stop.
He scrambled over the fence and jumped across the rows of small plants until he reached the first farm hand.