By having the Liberty Bonds, I
fooled 'em."
"That's what you did!" said Mr. Damon. "But what can we do
now?"
"I don't know," Ned was forced to admit. "But I should
think we'd better go back to the last place where he was
seen to pass in his auto, and try to get on his trail."
Mr. Damon agreed that this was a wise plan, and, after a
casual look around the farmhouse and other buildings on
Kanker's place and finding nothing to arouse their
suspicions, the two left in Ned's speedy little machine.
"It is mighty queer!" remarked the young bank clerk, as
they shot along the country road. "It isn't like Tom to get
caught this way."
"Maybe he isn't caught," suggested the other. "Tom has
been in many a tight place and gotten out, as you and I well
know. Maybe it will be the same now, though it does look
suspicious, that fake message coming from you."
"Not coming from me, you mean," corrected Ned. "Well,
we'll do the best we can."
They proceeded back to where they had last had a trace of
Tom in his machine, and there could only confirm what they
had learned at first, namely, that the young inventor had
departed in the direction of the Kanker farm, after having
filled his radiator with water, and chatting with a farmer
he knew.
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