It led down the
village main street and thence along a country road till it came to a
sort of cross roads. Here it branched off and followed a by-road for a
mile or so. At a gate in a hedge all signs failed however, although it
was plain that the machine had been wheeled through the gap and taken
across a field.
Beyond this field lay what appeared to be a wilderness of woods and
bushes.
"Stumped!" exclaimed Roy, as he brought the auto to a stop.
CHAPTER XII.
THE FINDING OF THE "BUTTERFLY."
"Well, what next?" asked Jimsy.
"Make a search of those woods, I suppose," replied Roy; "there's nothing
else to do."
"No, the trail has brought us here," replied Peggy energetically;
"we must make a determined effort to find the _Butterfly_."
"Maybe they've damaged it so that we won't be able to do anything with
it when we do get it," spoke Jimsy presently.
"Whom do you mean by they?" asked Roy.
"As if you didn't know. Is there any doubt in your mind that that fellow
Cassell is at the bottom of all this?"
"Not very much, I'll admit," replied Roy; "I wonder if that accounts for
the inactivity of the police.
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