“Yes,” Drew said, “Tom is here with me, and so are the Captain and Spider. Thanks for the tip, Johnny. We are on our way at once.”
“Well, that’s that!” Johnny sighed. He knew, though he regretted it tremendously, that he could not hope to join them in this adventure.
“Stay here and wait for any further message,” he told himself. “Wonder if Drew and the rest will really come up to Iggy and his gang? If they do, man! oh, man!” He could just hear the guns popping.
There was, however, no such luck, at least for the moment. As the happy, fighting four, Drew and his band, neared the garage at 1046 Blair Street, they saw a low, yellow sedan pop out of the garage door and go speeding north.
“That’s sure to be them. After them! Give her the gas!” the Captain shouted.
Drew sent the Captain’s powerful car speeding after.
The yellow car shot straight north for a mile. Then it whirled round a corner on two wheels.
When Drew and his band rounded that corner there was no car in sight—only a huge, lumbering moving-van two blocks to the east.
“Street ends two blocks west,” the Captain snapped. “Must have gone east. Drive slow and watch the north and south streets.”
This they did. They were still going slow as they passed the van. Spider, who had been sitting in the back seat with Tom Howe, was startled a moment later to find that Tom was no longer with him. He was not in the car. He was gone.