“Let’s not turn back yet,” she pleaded. “We still have a chance.”
“Okay,” Jerry consented, “but don’t forget we have six orphans waiting for us at the Davis place.”
The car went on for another eight miles. Then came a welcome stretch of pavement.
“We must be getting near the state line,” Jerry remarked. “Yeah, there it is.”
Directly ahead was a tiny brick building with an official waiting to inspect cars which passed beyond that point. A series of markers warned the motorist to halt at the designated place.
As Jerry drew up, a man came from the little building.
“Carrying any shrubs, plants or fruit?” he began but the reporter cut him short.
“We’re following a stolen truck!” he exclaimed. “Has a red truck loaded with cantaloupes gone through here tonight?”
“I checked one about fifteen minutes ago.”
“Fifteen minutes!” Jerry groaned. “That finishes us.”