"Well, it's just as bad for those fellows," answered Dick grimly.
"Yes, but I reckon they are not dressed up as we are." Tom had on his tuxedo and a white tie, and Dick was similarly attired. But over the dress suit each wore a linen coat, buttoned close up to the neck.
The two youths kept on until, much to their surprise, they came out on a back road that was almost as good as the highway they had left. Here was a rail fence, and as they halted at this Tom pointed down the road a distance.
"Somebody on wheels," he cried. "Turn the light on 'em!"
Dick did as requested, and to their astonishment they beheld two young fellows on bicycles. They had their heads bent low over the handlebars, and were streaking along at top speed. Soon a bend of the road hid them from view.
"Those are the chaps who put that glass in the roadway," said Tom.
"I believe you," answered his brother. "They came up here on their wheels and walked through the woods to do it. The question is, who are they?"
"They are enemies of ours," was the prompt answer.
