had better go after them at once. Good day." And Dick fairly ran back to where Tom and Sam rested near the biplane.
"Start her up, quick!" he said to his brothers, in a low voice. "Something is wrong! We've got to get after the girls right away!"
"What is it?" demanded Tom, leaping to his feet, while Sam did the same.
"I'll tell you when we are on the way. Quick, start the propellers! I'll take the wheel," and Dick sprang into the seat.
In another moment the engine had been started, and with a rush and a whizz the Dartaway left the campus. Dick made a turn, then headed in the direction of the road through the woods. He flew low and rather slowly.
"Keep your eyes open," he cautioned, "for any sight of the girls—or any sight of our enemies." And then he related as much as he knew of what had occurred.
"Do you think somebody sent that message to decoy Dora away from the seminary, Dick?" asked Sam.
"Doesn't it look that way? Why should anybody send word that I was hurt, when I wasn't?"
"I think you are right!" declared Tom. "I think I can see through it," he went on quickly. "They found out they couldn't dynamite dad or
