Chapter II
THE PRINT OF A THUMB
"The Fox Patrol!" exclaimed George. "I wonder if that means the Fox Patrol of Chicago? It doesn't seem to me that this kid could have followed on our heels across the continent!"
Will lifted the torn envelope from the floor and examined it critically.
"That's your name isn't it?" asked Sandy looking over his shoulder.
"It certainly is!" replied Will.
"Well, you've got the address left, anyhow!" said George.
"Say," Tommy suggested, opening his eyes very wide, "some gink followed the boy here, bumped him on the coco, and stole the communication! I reckon we're getting into the center of population again. Here we are, several hundred miles from nowhere, and we've unearthed an innocent messenger and a bold highwayman already!"
"Have you any idea what the stolen paper contained?" asked George.
"Not the slightest!" replied Will.