renew their efforts, and soon they were struggling up the hill towards the house.
"Hark!" burst out Tom, suddenly. "What's that?"
"An engine!" exclaimed his brother. "They must have started up their auto!"
"If that's the case, the wheel must be mended!"
"Yes! Come on, there is no time to lose!"
Past the deserted house they rode, and then around a turn where were located several other houses and barns. Then they came in sight of the deserted mill, down in a hollow by a stream. Further still was a bridge and not far from this structure stood a big, enclosed touring car painted dark blue!
"There it is! There's the auto!" cried Dick.
"And they are starting up!" added his brother.
"Hi! stop! Stop, you rascals!" he yelled. The horses clattered through the lonely street of the deserted village and the noise they made and the shouting, made those in the automobile look back.
"Two men on horseback!" cried one of the men.
"The Rover boys, Dick and Tom!" exclaimed another. "Hurry up!"
"It's old Crabtree!" cried Dick, as he saw the head of that individual thrust out of the touring
