"Light load. Maybe they got to the Flume House before a rim broke."
He put on speed again, and they flashed into a level stretch. Art and Peanut both exclaimed at once, "Look—there's Rob!"
Sure enough, standing beside the road, was Rob, plainly to be seen in the glare of the powerful search lamps. The driver put on brakes, and stopped. Rob jumped into the car.
"A car just went by—two minutes ago—no, less—a minute. I couldn't sleep again, worrying about you kids. It was those same men, Art. Heard 'em swear."
The pursuing car once more leaped forward. Looking back, Peanut saw the lamps of the motor next behind them. The driver put on speed now with a vengeance. It seemed hardly a second before ahead of them they heard a shout, and they emerged from the woods into the clearing by the Flume House, and their lamps struck full upon a dramatic picture.
There, in front, was the car they were chasing. Across the road was strung a heavy rope with a red lantern swung from it, and close to the car, on either side, stood two men, with gleaming revolvers pointed at the two burglars on the seat. The revolver barrels flashed in the glare of the search-light. Art and Peanut and the rest in the pursuing car sprang
