“I guess it was Sobber right enough,” was Tom’s comment. “We ought to let dad know about this.”
“We will let him know—first thing tomorrow morning,” answered Dick.
All waited impatiently for some word from Mr. Rover, but none came in until eight o’clock the next morning. Then the telegram was very brief, reading as follows:
“Bad mix-up, money all gone. Better come on and help in investigation.”
“Too bad!” groaned Dick. “I am going to start for Cedarville by the first train.”
“So am I,” added Tom.
“And I,” came from Sam.
Then of a sudden all three lads looked at Fred and Hans.
“Don’t you mind me at all,” cried Fred. “I’ll go with you—as far as Marville.”
“And I go so far as Ithaca,” added Hans. “Py chiminy! I hopes you cotch dot rascal, Tad Sobber alretty quick!”