at his watch. It was almost ten o'clock. They heard an automobile roar past at tremendous speed, and a few moments later there was the heavy rumble of a truck.
"Funny time of night for a truck to be out," Frank remarked.
"That first car was sure breaking all speed laws."
After a long time, Frank again looked at his watch.
"Half-past ten."
"Another evening wasted."
"Are you getting tired?"
"My legs are so cramped I don't think I'll ever be able to walk straight again."
Joe had inadvertently raised his voice. Suddenly Frank gripped his arm.
"Shh!"
They listened. They heard footsteps coming along the road. The steps sounded clear and distinct on the hard highway. Then they became soft and muffled as the pedestrian turned out onto the grassy slope.
"Coming this way," whispered Frank.
Some one approached the roadster cautiously. The boys could hear him moving around the car. After a moment or so, one of the doors was opened and some one clambered into the seat.
