“They got away from me.”
“We can catch it for you, if you say so,” said Billy, grinning. “And it will be a great catch, too. Those fellows, I believe, robbed the postoffice at Farmingdale night before last.”
“You don’t mean it!” exclaimed the policeman.
“Indeed I do,” said Dan, earnestly. “At least, my brother and I are positive that they are the men who robbed the Farmers’ Bank of Riverdale and committed another robbery in that town.”
“The motor car thieves!” exclaimed the policeman. “You don’t mean it?”
“We do. We’re sure of it.”
“Wait! Let those two other men get aboard,” said the officer, beckoning to two brother officers standing on the corner. When the men had hopped into the tonneau, the first officer said:
“Now let her go. If you can catch that big car, do it. Never mind the law—smash it to flinders!”
The maroon automobile had slowed down a good bit. The criminals were not desirous of getting arrested for breaking the speed law. And when Dan brought his car close up behind the maroon painted machine, and the biggest policeman leaped into the thieves’ car, the latter believed they were arrested merely for an infringement of the city ordinance.
“We will fix this up all right with the judge, officer,” said the leader of the gang. “The court is sitting—yes?”