There was a general laugh. From the number of voices, the lads judged that there were at least three or four men standing near the big car.
"Wonder who owns it," said one of the several men.
"I don't know who did own it, but I know that we own it now," answered Alex promptly.
"What'll we do? Leave it here?"
"There isn't room inside. Might as well leave it."
"I guess nobody will come along and steal it," remarked Alex, who was evidently the wit of the party, for another burst of laughter greeted his words. "Want to look the car over?" he asked.
"Oh, it looks good enough from here."
"What's in that locker?" said one of the men. "There might be something valuable."
A thrill of fear went through the two boys.
One of the men approached the back of the car. Frank gripped his revolver firmly.
