"They won't see us. We'll be hiding in the locker."
Joe saw the merits of the plan at once.
"And they'll kidnap us without knowing it?" he chuckled.
"That's the idea. They'll drive the car to wherever they are in the habit of hiding the stolen autos, and then we can watch our chance to either round them up then and there or else steal away and come back with the police."
This, then, was the explanation of their mysterious behavior, and as they crouched in the locker they were agog with expectation.
"We'll just have to be patient," whispered Frank, when they had been in hiding for more than half an hour. "Can't expect the fish to bite the minute we put out the bait."
Joe settled himself into a more comfortable position.
"This is the queerest fishing I've ever done," he mused.
It was very quiet. They had no difficulty in breathing, as the locker had a number of air spaces that they had bored in the top and sides, invisible to a casual glance.
Once in a while they could hear a car speeding past on the Shore Road.
Minute after minute went by. They were becoming cramped. Presently Joe yawned loud and long.
