"Let's go off by ourselves, and
perhaps we can discover something. If we could once get on the trail of
the man who wrote the note, I think we could put our hands on the
person responsible for the blowing up of the motor."
"I agree with you. We won't bother them about our plans," and he waved
his hand toward the scientists, who had, by this time, entered the
house.
"In the first place," said Mark, as he and his chum turned from the
yard, and walked along a quiet country road, "I think our best plan
will be to find Dick Johnson, and ask him just where it was he met the
man who gave him a quarter to bring the note to me."
"What for?" asked Jack.
"Why, then, we can tell where to start from. Perhaps Dick can give us a
description of the man, or tell from what direction he came. Then we'll
know how to begin on the trail."
"That's a good idea, I guess. We know where he disappeared to, or,
rather, in nearly what direction, so that will help some."
"Sure. Well, then, let's find Dick.
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