“Boston?” repeated Dick. “Oh, it can’t be! That is too far away.”
“They might be headed for Boston. There is a fine road for autos from Albany to the Hub—the old post-road,” said Tom.
“I’ll telephone along the line and try to find out where they went,” answered Dick.
It was not until the next day that word came in from Albany that the automobile had been seen in that city. It had stopped at a garage to have a tire fixed. No one was in it at the time but a young man. He appeared to be in a great hurry, and had paid well for a rapid repair.
From Albany the auto was traced across the Hudson river and to North Adams. But that was the last heard of it.
“I am going to North Adams,” said Dick.
“It looks as if they did really go to Boston,” said Tom.
“Well, they could make the run in a day if they tried real hard. The distance is only about a hundred and fifty miles.”
All of the boys resolved to go to North Adams, and sent word to Cedarville to that effect. In return came a telegram from Mr. Rover, reading as follows:
“Run them down if you possibly can. Do not spare expense.”