“We can’t use it! That other auto will block the road!” answered Nick Jasniff.
By this time a shouting was heard from the narrow roadway as the first automobile came closer, quickly followed by the second car.
“Hello, Uncle Dunston! is that you?” yelled Dave at the top of his lungs.
“Yes, Dave!” came the answering cry. “Where are you?”
“We are all here in a tree in the woods,” answered Roger.
“Are the girls safe?”
“Yes,” returned Dave. “Never mind us—go after those gypsies and after Nick Jasniff.”
“We’ll do that all right enough!” answered Dunston Porter.
“They are the kidnappers, don’t let them get away!” yelled Roger.
The men who had accompanied Dunston Porter needed no further urging. They knew many of the particulars concerning the case, and had been promised a large reward if they would give their aid in rounding up the kidnappers and saving the two girls. One man was a local constable, and two were detectives, while the others were men who had been picked up in the town and pressed into service because of their strength and willingness to fight. The whole crowd leaped from the automobiles and lost no time in giving chase to the fleeing criminals.