“We were wrong before,” decided Jack. “We were going in the direction from which the auto had come. Now we’re following it.”
“To its lair, I hope,” said Paul. “I’m anxious to get back to the bungalow and have a go at that wall.”
“Same here,” commented Walter.
The boys were walking along, their eyes on the ground so as not to lose sight of the marks, when Jack, raising his head, uttered a cry that attracted the attention of his companions.
“Look!” he cried, pointing down the road. “There’s Cora’s car now, and two men are in it!”
There was no doubt about it. Cora’s car was of a peculiar purple tint with maroon trimmings. It had been made especially for her, and that it was her machine was evident at a glance, especially to Paul who was in the automobile business.
“Come on!” cried Jack. “We’ve got ’em!”
But had they? The automobile had turned out of a field, against a side hill of which was built a wooden building, like a farmer’s spring-house. The men seemed to have been using it as a garage, and Cora’s automobile, occupied by two strangers, was rapidly speeding down the road.
At Jack’s cry one of the men looked around, and then the machine was speeded up, raising a cloud of dust.
“No chance of catching them!” cried Paul. “We’ve got to get another machine somewhere.”