"What has happened to Janice?" demanded Nelson, his voice changing.
"It's her dad—it's Uncle Brocky!" gasped Marty. "It's in to-day's New York paper. I just happened to see it as they was putting it on the file. I got it here," and the boy drew the folded newspaper from his pocket.
CHAPTER V
JANICE GOES HER WAY
"Come over to the garage," said Nelson Haley, seizing the boy by the wrist. "Is it unlocked?"
"Yes," gulped Marty.
"I can read it in the light of the side lamp of the car," said the schoolmaster.
His own voice was shaken. He knew that something very serious must have occurred or Marty Day would not act in this manner.
They hurried across the yard and Marty unbarred the garage door. Nobody in Polktown thought of locking any outbuilding, save possibly the corn-crib or the smoke-house.
Marty closed the door tightly before Nelson scratched a match and fumbled for the latch of the kerosene side lamp of Janice's automobile. In the yellow radiance of this he unfolded the newspaper Marty had seized at the public library. The schoolmaster looked at once at the extreme right-hand column of the front page of the paper—the column in which the Mexican news was usually displayed. A sub-heading caught his eye almost instantly: