"It's a dirty night out," he was saying. "You're welcome to the trip, Dan."
"Still raining?"
"Pouring. I'm soaked to the skin," grumbled Montrose. "It's no fun, ploughing down through that gully."
"Well, you won't have much more to do to-night," said one of the men placatingly. "We landed a fine roadster while you were out."
"The one I was telling you about?"
"The same."
"Seems funny about that car being parked on the Shore Road three nights in a row. I saw it there the other evening and passed it up. Then last night I got in and would have driven it away, only I couldn't get it started. Different kind of car than any I've ever been in. I went out and found Sam and we were going back when we ran right into the car turning around in a lane."
"Didn't see who was in it, did you?"
"No. The headlights shone right in our eyes. Seemed like a couple of young fellows. If they had been a little slower we'd have had the car."
"Well, we have it now. They'll wish they wasn't so smart, leavin' it out in the rain that way."