"Poor dad! If only we knew he was safe!" murmured Tom.
"That's just it—he may be suffering terribly!" added Sam.
"I think we'll find out something definite tomorrow—when we follow Pelter," said Dick. He, too, was greatly worried.
The evening proved a long one to the boys, even though they spent some time in penning letters to the girls and to the folks at home. Dick had received a most sympathetic letter from Dora, in which the girl stated that she wished she was with him to help him.
"Dear Dora!" he murmured, as he placed the letter in his pocket. "I wish all this trouble was over, and we could be married and go off on our honeymoon!"
The boys had found out from the hotel clerk how to reach the address in the Bronx, as the upper portion of New York city is locally called. They could take a subway train to within two blocks of Pelter's home.
They were up bright and early, and after a hasty breakfast went out to a nearby store, where all purchased variously-colored caps of the automobile variety, and also some automobile goggles.
"We'll pass for chauffeurs in a crowd," said
