"What shall we do then?" asked Joe. "Walk to Bayport?"
"We shouldn't have to. There are farms along the road. We ought to be able to telephone to town."
"To the police?"
"Sure! Police and state troopers. We can't round up this gang by ourselves, and we haven't any too much time to get help, as it is."
"Well, we at least know where they can trace the stolen cars. That's one consolation."
"You mean Clancy?"
"In Atlantic City. The police ought to be able to catch him without any trouble."
The boys struggled on up the gully, along the trail that led through the wet woods toward the Shore Road. The underbrush had been cleared away for the passage of the stolen cars, and they found no difficulty following this strange road.
Finally, Frank gave a cry of delight.
"We're at the road!"