“A paper trail?”
“Yes. I have a couple of newspapers I will tear into strips.”
“Well, here is another, if you insist.”
“If you find the trail ends suddenly, look for a message on the last slip.”
“I will.”
“And take this horse and buggy, I will go after them on foot.”
For five minutes more the two discussed the plan, and then Frank drove off with Bob’s buggy tied fast in the rear.
Once on the ground, Bob lost no time in making his way back to the spot where they had discovered Barker and the others.
The young photographer was careful to keep out of sight, and now leaped the rail fence on the side of the road and pushed forward through the bushes.
To any one unaccustomed to this method of advancement it would have proved slow and laborious, but Bob knew how to go ahead, and he was too much interested to mind the fatigue entailed.