“Yes. I’m going to tackle him. Of course it’s only a chance, but I believe it’s a good one.”
“Oh, I guess we can easily locate him,” said Pop. “He hasn’t any money to get far away.”
“Then come on!” cried Joe, eagerly. “I think I’m at last on the track of the man who took the stuff from Reggie Varley’s valise. Pop, this means more to me than you can imagine. I believe I’m going to be cleared at last!”
“Cleared! You cleared? What of?” asked the old ball player in bewilderment.
“I’ll tell you,” said Joe, greatly excited. “Come on!”
[CHAPTER XXV]
REGGIE’S AUTO
Hardly understanding what was afoot, and not in the least appreciating Joe’s excitement, Pop Dutton followed the young pitcher across the diamond.
“What are you going to do?” asked the old player, as he hurried on after Joe.