yards ahead. He suddenly heard the engine of the motor start.
"They've got that wire back!" he thought. "But they can't go far on flat tires."
He yelled back at the rest to hurry, and at the sound of the yell, he heard the car start down the road. It was gone when the rest came into the open space!
"We hacked the tires to ribbons," Art panted. "They're on bare rims."
"Go back to the house, Tom, quick," said one of the watchmen. "Get the Flume House by 'phone, and have 'em put a guard across the road there, to stop every car and every person that comes down. We'll get a car out, and follow 'em."
Everybody now ran up the road again, meeting more half-dressed men on the way.
"Where on earth did you kids come from, anyway?" asked somebody for the first time.
"We were camping down near the road by the Flume," said Art, "and we heard 'em stop their car—woke us up"
"And I heard 'em planning this job," said Peanut, while Art got his breath.
"He crawled out and heard 'em," Art went on, "and woke me, and we sneaked onto the trunk rack behind, and rode up here to give the alarm."
"Say, you're some kids," the watchman com-
