Mr. Pinchem’s friend said, “He held up an auto on the state road above Northvale last night. He fired two shots; got away with some jewelry and about seven hundred dollars. The chauffeur thought he was black but he wasn’t sure; didn’t see his face.”
“He—eh—I hope you catch him,” our young hero said.
He didn’t seem to be quite as anxious to do the catching as he had been about a minute before.
CHAPTER XIII
BANDITS AND THINGS
I said, “Grab hold of this rope, Detective Harris, if you want to get across the river.”