no one would be able to see us, even if they did chance to look down this way. It wouldn't have been very pleasant, staying out on that beach all night."
"Did you see where the truck went to?" asked Frank.
The men shook their heads.
"The hold-up men drove away in it—that's all we know," said one.
"It took us a few minutes to recover our senses after the slide down the embankment, and by that time the truck was gone. Whether it went on toward Bayport, or turned around, we can't tell," added the other.
"It certainly didn't pass in the other direction," said Chet.
But Frank was dubious.
"We were down in the woods quite a while, remember," he pointed out. "It might have gone by during that time."
They regained the road.
"Perhaps we can find the marks of the tires," suggested Joe.
Assisted by the two men, the lads searched about in the dust of the roadway, but so many cars had passed in the intervening time that all trace of the truck had been obliterated.
"No use searching now," said the driver. "If you lads will get us into Bayport we'll report the case to the police."
