“Then we’ve got to have an auto,” decided Joe. “I’ll see if we can hire one.”
He was on his way to the dressing rooms, when, happening to glance through the big open gate of the ball ground he saw a sight that caused him to exclaim:
“The very thing! It couldn’t be better. I can kill two birds with one stone. There’s our auto, and the man in it is the very one I want to convince of my innocence! That’s Reggie Varley. I’ll make him take us to Shiller’s Woods! We’ll catch Hogan there. Come on!”
Never stopping to think of the peculiar coincidence that had brought Reggie on the scene just when he was most needed, Joe sprinted for the panting auto, Pop following wonderingly.
[CHAPTER XXVI]
THE TRAMP RENDEZVOUS
“Come on!” cried Joe to Reggie Varley, not giving that astonished young man a chance to greet him. “Come on! Got plenty of gas?”
“Gas? Yes, of course. But where? What is it? Are they after you?”
“Not at all. We’re after them!” laughed Joe. He could afford to laugh now, for he felt that he was about to be vindicated.