in the locker for hours had made them both hungry and thirsty.
"I could eat a few crackers right now," remarked Joe, shortly after they had settled down to their vigil.
"Same here," answered his brother. "Pass the box over."
Each lad had several crackers and followed them with a swallow of water. As they munched the crackers the thunder rolled and rolled in the distance and they could see an occasional flash of lightning through a crack of the locker door.
"It sure is a dirty night," Frank whispered, as they crouched in the darkness of their voluntary prison.
"Even for auto thieves."
Thunder rolled and grumbled and the rain poured down in drenching torrents. They could hear the beating of the surf on the distant shore of Barmet Bay, far below.
Minutes passed, with only the monotonous roar of the storm.
"What's the time?" asked Joe finally.
Frank switched on the flashlight and glanced at his watch.
"Half past nine."
"Time enough yet."
They settled down to wait. Scarcely five minutes had passed before they heard a new
