"That was when you quit your job at the Dodd place?"
"I didn't want to quit, for I figgered people wouldn't be so likely to think I was mixed up with the car stealin' if I kept on workin', but it took up so much of my time that Mr. Dodd let me go."
"Who did the actual car stealing?"
"The rest of the fellows. My job was to keep my eyes open for good chances. People would see me goin' along the Shore Road and think nothin' of it, but if any of the other boys went out, somebody might see 'em and think it queer, because they was strangers. Mostly I stayed down on the beach fishin', and kept watchin' the road for places people parked their cars. Then I'd signal to Dan or one of the others and they'd come and drive the car away."
"Fishing!" exclaimed Jack Dodd. "I'll bet that's how my rod disappeared."
"I took it, after your father fired me," Montrose admitted.
"How did it come to get into the car found behind Dodd's barn?" one of the detectives demanded.
"That was a car Dan had stolen; but the owner chased him in another car and he couldn't get down the gully without bein' seen. Dan had picked me up and I had the rod with me.
