One after another they were counted out till only Roy, Peggy and Jimsy
remained.
"Hurry up and let's get off," urged Jimsy as the "elimination trials,"
as they might be termed, were concluded.
"Very well. We'll get the car--it's in the garage at the hotel--and
incidentally, we might get a lunch put up also. It may be a long chase."
The officer regarded them with frank amazement.
"My! but you city folks rush things," he exclaimed.
"I suppose they'll get busy on this case day after to-morrow," exclaimed
Roy disgustedly, as they hastened away.
It was half an hour later that the big touring car, with Roy at the
wheel, rolled out of the hotel yard. Jake had been told off to guard
the livery stable and the aeroplanes while the rest remained with Miss
Prescott, who was seriously agitated at the accumulation of troubles her
party had met with since setting out.
"I declare," she said, "I wish I was back at home where I could get
a decent cup of tea and be free of worries."
The trail of the aeroplane was not difficult to follow.
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