"You'll have to tell him the circumstances," said Hugh lamely. "I don't know what else you can do."
"But the car is gone," insisted Bob, his mind unable to grasp any idea beyond that. "The car is gone."
"Maybe it'll come back," said Hugh. "Stolen cars are often recovered."
He lighted a match and held it close to the ground. There were the marks made by the tires in the damp earth. There was no doubt that this was the place.
"Who could have taken it?" demanded Bob.
Both boys were silent and the same thought flashed through their minds at once.
"One of those men from that old house," said Hugh.
"They must have had sentries posted," said Bob and he glanced about him nervously. "Probable they watched us leave it here and when we went back into the woods they took it. Probably they followed us and watched us all the time too; very likely they're watching us now."
"Let's go home," exclaimed Hugh. "I've had enough of this."
"But the car," protested Bob.