“Did she have light hair and brown eyes?” questioned John, almost shouting his words in his excitement.
“Search me!” replied the other. “Her hair is light—she’s pretty, too. But I don’t know about the color of her eyes!”
“It must be Marj!” said Jack. “Oh, I know it is! Oh, don’t let’s waste a minute!”
“Come on in the machine!” cried John. “Can we drive right up to the door,——?”
“Bob Felton’s my name,” replied the other. “Yes, we can drive right up to the porch. But I wish we had a pistol! Maybe the people are crazy!”
Jack patted his pocket significantly. “We’ve each got a gun,” he said.
“By Jimmy, if I get my hands on that fellow, I’ll choke him till his eyes fall out,” raged John, furious with anger.
Jack drove his machine as fast as he dared over the uneven road for about half a mile; then, directed by Bob Felton, he turned down a narrow path which led to the creek.
“That’s the place!” cried Bob suddenly. “See it?”
“That hole? Why, it’s not fit for a dog!”