We've got to get after 'em!"
"They imitated your writing pretty well, Tom," Observed
Ned, as he looked at the forged note.
"Yes; that's why they took all my papers away from me--to
get specimens of my handwriting. I half suspected that, but
I didn't quite figure out what their game was. Well, we know
the worst now, and that's better than working in the dark.
Now I'm going to have a bath and get into some decent
clothes, and we'll see what we can do."
"Count on me, Tom!" exclaimed Ned. "I'll go the limit with
you!"
"I knew you would, old man!"
"And me, too!" cried Mr. Damon. "Bless my open fireplace,
but I'll send word to my wife that I'm not coming home to-night,
and we can start the first thing in the morning, Tom."
"Yes; there isn't much use in going now, as it will soon
be dark."
"How are you going to trace the tank, Tom?" asked Ned,
when his chum had bathed and gotten into fresh clothes.
"I'm going to tour the country around here in an auto. The
tank can make ten miles an hour, but that's nothing to what
an auto can do.
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