"
"Well!" gasped Hugh, unable to say more.
"What'll we do?" Bob almost sobbed. "Some one has stolen the car, and it
is all my fault. What will father say?"
"You'll have to tell him the circumstances," said Hugh lamely. "I don't
know what else you can do."
"But the car is gone," insisted Bob, his mind unable to grasp any idea
beyond that. "The car is gone."
"Maybe it'll come back," said Hugh. "Stolen cars are often recovered."
He lighted a match and held it close to the ground. There were the
marks made by the tires in the damp earth. There was no doubt that this
was the place.
"Who could have taken it?" demanded Bob.
Both boys were silent and the same thought flashed through their
minds at once.
"One of those men from that old house," said Hugh.
"They must have had sentries posted," said Bob and he glanced about him
nervously. "Probable they watched us leave it here and when we went back
into the woods they took it. Probably they followed us and watched us all
the time too; very likely they're watching us now.
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