"If I was only stronger!" said Retto. "I'm so weak that I couldn't walk another block. I'd like to get after those scoundrels who have Mr. Potter!"
"I'll get after them!" cried the youthful newspaper man, thinking more of Grace just then than he did of his assignment. "Tell me where to go!"
"I can only tell you where Mr. Potter was hiding," went on Retto. "That was in a little house just outside of Jersey City. The men must have gone there after him. Possibly you can trace them from the house."
"Tell me how to get to the place!"
Retto gave the necessary instructions.
"I'm going over there!" exclaimed the young reporter.
"What are you going to do with Grace?"
"That's so! I forgot about her. I'll take her along!" and Larry sprang to his feet in his enthusiasm and started for the door.
"Can she stand the trip?"
"She's a brave girl! She'll be glad to go!"