"Where are you going?" asked Larry, a sudden idea coming into his head.
"Ofer by New Jersey. Dere is goot automobiling roads."
"Are you going to Jersey City?"
"Sure. I goes by dot on der ferry. Den I skips out by der Plank Roat, und maybe I goes me out to der Oranges Mountains. I am just learning to run my car goot!"
"I'll go with you!" cried Larry. "Have you room in your car for two?"
"Surely! For four, if you likes to bring 'em. My mother, who is in Germany, und quite vell off, send me der car for a birthday present, odervise I should not haff him. Reporters here do not get monies enough to buy automobiles!"
"I'll be with you in five minutes!" exclaimed Larry, hurrying off to tell Grace.
"I am ready as soon as I see how my sick friend
is," declared the German reporter. "Den we go quick like de wind, und haff a goot time!"
"Yes, and maybe a hot pursuit!" said Larry under his breath, for he had determined on a bold plan. He would, in Fritsch's auto, give chase to the captors of Mr. Potter.