haven't any too much time to get help, as it is."
"Well, we at least know where they can trace the stolen cars. That's one consolation."
"You mean Clancy?"
"In Atlantic City. The police ought to be able to catch him without any trouble."
The boys struggled on up the gully, along the trail that led through the wet woods toward the Shore Road. The underbrush had been cleared away for the passage of the stolen cars, and they found no difficulty following this strange road.
Finally, Frank gave a cry of delight.
"We're at the road!"
He emerged from the bushes, raced across a grassy stretch, and scrambled up onto the highway. It was, indeed, the Shore Road at last.
The boys looked about them. Some distance away they saw a gleam of light.
"A farmhouse! We'll try it."
They hurried down the road, and at length the flashlight revealed the entrance to a lane. Splashing through the water-filled ruts, the boys made their way between the crooked fences toward the dim mass of farm buildings.
"This place seems sort of familiar," remarked Joe.
"I was thinking the same thing."
"I know now! It's the Dodd farm!"
Joe was right. When the boys entered the
