“Oh, listen! here comes another car.”
The rumble of an approaching automobile was then heard by all, and it was coming over the same road they had come. Before it appeared around the nearest turn, they heard the warning “Honk! Honk!” of its horn.
There whisked into sight the next moment the rapidly-gliding automobile. Agnes was standing up to look back. Almost instantly she uttered another cry—this time almost a shriek:
“Oh, Neale!”
“Cricky!” was the boy’s gasped rejoinder.
For as the strange car flashed by they had both recognized the man at the steering wheel as Joe Dawson; and the appearance of the fellow beside him was not a whit more confidence-breeding than was Joe’s.
CHAPTER XI—AN ADVENTURE BEGINS
“That car was certainly not the stolen one,” declared Neale O’Neil, after the automobile had whizzed out of sight in a cloud of dust.
“No; it wasn’t a runabout,” admitted Agnes. “But I just believe that man with Joe was the one who helped him steal Mr. Collinger’s car.”
“What are you two talking about?” demanded Ruth, for those in the tonneau had not recognized Saleratus Joe.