ing along on the farm horse. He had taken a short cut, guessing or hoping that the chase would lead that way.
"Where is he?" cried the young farmer, as he galloped up.
"Gone!" replied Paul.
"In an auto," added Russ.
"My auto," corrected the doctor. "The impertinent chap had the nerve to take my machine, and I need it, too."
"I'll get him!" cried Sandy, as he clapped his heels to the side of his panting horse.
"You can never get him while he's in that machine!" called Paul.
"Maybe the auto will have a break-down!" the young farmer answered over his shoulder. "Such things have happened."
"Indeed they have—to me often enough," remarked the doctor. "I have had more breakdowns in that car than I like to remember. But just when we want one, so we may be able to catch that scoundrel, it may not happen."
"If Mr. Sneed was here he'd be sure to cause something to happen," remarked Russ, jokingly. Sandy galloped on down the road after the mysterious man in the automobile he had so daringly taken.
