yelled Frank, to make himself heard above the roaring of the motorcycles.
"Those rascals ought to be in prison," returned his brother.
The boys followed in the direction the farmer had indicated. Frank then recollected that just before they had turned in toward the Kane farm he had seen a cloud of dust down the main road, evidently caused by a speeding automobile, but he had thought nothing of it at the time, for traffic along the shore highway occasioned no comment, especially on Sunday.
"If we had only been a little earlier!" he groaned.
"We'll catch up to them. They haven't much of a start. Maybe we can follow them to some town and have the whole gang arrested."
The motorcycles roared along at top speed. Both the Hardy boys were skilful drivers, and for a while Frank was able to follow the course of the car they were pursuing by watching the fresh tread mark in the dust. But when the road came to the place where it intersected with the road leading up to the Morton farm the tread mark became lost, as evidently another car had turned out of the side road in the meantime and obliterated the fresh tread here and there.
They passed the lane that led into the Polucca place and continued on down the shore
