The trail of the aëroplane was not difficult to follow. It led down the village main street and thence along a country road till it came to a sort of cross roads. Here it branched off and followed a by-road for a mile or so. At a gate in a hedge all signs failed however, although it was plain that the machine had been wheeled through the gap and taken across a field.
Beyond this field lay what appeared to be a wilderness of woods and bushes.
"Stumped!" exclaimed Roy, as he brought the auto to a stop.
CHAPTER XII.
THE FINDING OF THE "BUTTERFLY."
"Well, what next?" asked Jimsy.
"Make a search of those woods, I suppose," replied Roy; "there's nothing else to do."
"No, the trail has brought us here," replied Peggy energetically; "we must make a determined effort to find the Butterfly."
"Maybe they've damaged it so that we won't be able to do anything with it when we do get it," spoke Jimsy presently.