CHAPTER XXVI—THE DROPPED BUNDLE
Walter and Paul stood beside Jack, looking at the queer mark of the automobile tire in the dust.
“It is just as Cora described it,” said Walter.
“I remember, too,” added Paul. “She spoke about it at the time, saying the man at the garage had made a poor job when he vulcanized on that patch. He didn’t know his business, that’s a fact. But still there might be other cars with that same sort of tire, Jack.”
“Of course, but this is worth taking a chance on. What do you fellows say?”
“Tell us first what you want to do,” suggested Walter.
“Follow this tire mark until we either see the car, or lose trace of it.”
“What about telephoning to Mr. Haight about permission to rip down that cement wall?”
“We can do that, too,” answered Jack to Paul. “This auto seems to be headed for town, and that’s where we’re going. If we see the men who have stolen Cora’s car, we’ll get it back for her.”
“If the men let you,” added Walter, significantly.