Getting out one of their own automobiles, the next morning the four boys made the run to Ten Brooks Road and to the garage where the old car was stored. They found the place in charge of an old man who gazed at them curiously as they entered.
“We came in to look over that car that was brought in from the woods,” explained Jack. “Mr. Lawson said we could inspect it.”
“There she is,” answered the old man, and pointed to a car resting in an adjoining shed.
The automobile was a two-seated open affair and had evidently seen hard service. Both the mudguards and the sides, as well as the rear, were dented and the cushions were torn in several places.
“Looks as if it had about come from the ark,” was Andy’s remark.
“An old model, but one with a fine engine,” returned Jack. “I’ll bet this old bus could make forty or fifty miles an hour easily.”
“Well, those hold-up men would probably want something that could make speed,” answered Fred.
The boys looked over the car with care, but for some time discovered nothing out of the ordinary about it. Then, however, Jack found in the pocket of one of the doors several sheets of paper, on one of which appeared a number of dots put down in the form of triangles.
“Hello! what do you know about this?” exclaimed the oldest Rover boy triumphantly.
“What is it, Jack?” came in a chorus from his cousins.