“Take care of yourselves!” added Spouter.
“We’ll try to,” answered Jack. “Hope you both have a fine time on the rest of your outing.”
“And we hope your folks get back all the stuff that was stolen,” cried Gif, as the auto moved away.
CHAPTER XV
HOW THE ROVER COMPANY WAS HELD UP
If the Rover boys were worked up over the hold-up in Wall Street, their excitement was as nothing compared to that of their parents.
“I must confess I’m completely stumped.”
It was Sam Rover who spoke. The three brothers were closeted in an inner office of the company and Fred’s father stood by a window gazing blankly at nothing in particular.
“What gets me is the skillful manner in which this hold-up was planned,” came from Tom Rover. “That telegram calling me to Philadelphia was a fake, just as the telegram that took Sam to Boston to see the head of the Eighteenth National Bank was a cooked-up affair.”
“Yes, and see how they got me out of the way,” answered Dick Rover dismally. “When that fellow—whoever he was—telephoned to me that there had been an accident in the subway uptown and that Dora had been hurt, what was there for me to do but to rush out, jump into the subway and get uptown just as quickly as possible? Why, it took me nearly an hour to locate Dora because she wasn’t at home, and then I found out that she had received a fake message from Mrs. Watson asking her to come over at once in regard to some church matters.”