[CHAPTER XI.]
A DARING LEAP.
While Matt watched the car an idea darted through his head.
"The way to find out about that auto is to capture it," said he, speaking quickly.
"How you vas going to do dot?" queried Carl. "Oof ve hat der Ret Flier along, meppy ve could oferhaul der shpook, aber I don'd know vedder it vould be righdt to indulch in any sooch monkey-doodle pitzness. Ven der car puffs oudt mit itseluf, ve vould puff oudt mit it. Vere you vas going, Matt?"
Matt was lowering himself over the top of the steep bank, just around the curve above the cliff road.
"Come on," he called back, "and be careful. This is dangerous work."
Carl was not in a mood to tamper with the white runabout, nor was he in a mood to let Matt do the tampering alone. Sorely against his will, he began lowering himself down the steep bank, close beside his chum.
"Vy dis iss, anyvay?" he asked. "Vat a regless pitzness! Oof ve lose holdt oof somet'ing, ve vould fall in der roadt, undt meppy scood righdt ofer der roadt und go down vere Verral ditn't go."