"Where does that road lead to?" asked Tom.
"Leads to Plankville and Bulltown."
"Yes, but they can't git through on that road," put in the customer, wiping the lather from around his mouth so he could talk. "The bridge is shut off—they're fixin' it—went at the work this morning."
"You are sure about that?" queried Dick, eagerly.
"Sure, I saw 'em takin' up the plankin' of the bridge. They will have to come back."
"How far is that bridge from here?"
"About three miles."
"Is there any other side road?" put in Sam.
"None that would be good enough for an auto. The north road is all sand an' mud."
"Come on!" cried Dick to his brothers. "I think we've cornered them! Come on!" And he rushed from the barber shop, and Sam and Tom followed, leaving the barber and his customer staring after them in astonishment.
