"None at all?"
"Nary a one," answered the second man.
"May I ask how far you've come?" went on Dick.
"We came from Plankville."
"How far is that?"
"About six miles."
"Are there any side roads between here and Plankville?"
"Plenty of 'em, but none good enough fer a car. Them that ain't sand is mud, an' deep mud, too. This is the only road in these parts fit for autoing."
"You are sure that car didn't go through Plankville? It was a big enclosed car, painted dark blue."
"I was sittin' on the hotel stoop for an hour before we came along an' there wasn't nary a car went through."
"Well, that car was on this road," said Tom. "It must have gone somewhere."
"I don't see where it could go," said the second man, and shook his head slowly. "All the side roads is terrible in these parts."
"Well, we are much obliged for the information," said Dick. "Wait, we'll soon have out biplane out of the way." And then he and his
