"What's the matter?" asked Tom.
"Sh!—-" Dick piloted his friend in behind a line of bushes, then went cautiously ahead.
"Look over there!" whispered Dick.
Tom Reade gave a start when he found himself gazing at a red runabout that stood just off the road and apparently deserted.
"Humph! That's a Smattach, too," declared Tom. "It must be the
Dodge car. Bert and Bayliss must be somewhere about."
Dick stood surveying the car with speculative eyes.
"I know what you're thinking about," Tom whispered. "Wait; I'll go back and halt the fellows and bring Dave forward with me."
In a few moments this had been done. Darry gazed at the red Smattach with gleaming eyes.
"This is surely our chance!" he muttered. "Now, what can we do?"
All three were silent for a few moments. Then Tom Reade smote his thigh with one hand.