"Well, she may be the one—most likely she is. I am only afraid of one thing."
"What's that?" asked Tom.
"That by some means old Crabtree will force Mrs. Stanhope to marry him before we can rescue her."
"I wonder why she doesn't try to run away," came from Sam.
"Probably she has tried, Sam; but they watch her too closely."
"If they went to Boston, what will they do there?" queried Tom.
"I don't know—maybe take a liner for Europe, or to some other part of the earth. You must remember, they are playing for a big stake."
The touring car that Spud brought around the next morning was certainly an elegant affair. It seated five and was of sixty-horse power. Spud quickly demonstrated that he knew how to run the machine, so Dick did not offer to do so.
"Now you do the bossing," said Spud. "I'll run her anywhere you please, even if you want to go to the top of Mount Washington."
"We are going after that other auto, that's all," answered Dick, grimly.
The weather was ideal for touring and had they not been under such a mental strain the Rover boys would have enjoyed riding greatly. But
