CHAPTER XXIX
THE ARM OF THE LAW
Soon Dick and Sam were on the way to where they had left the chauffeur and the big touring car. They fairly ran down the woodland trail, stumbling over the rocks and tree roots in the darkness. Once Sam went down, and scratched his hand, but he got up without complaining.
They were almost in sight of the machine when they heard a peculiar sound. Dick's heart gave a bound.
"Listen!" he cried. "He's trying to crank up! He must have gotten free of his bonds!"
The oldest Rover boy was right, the chauffeur had worked at the straps and ropes until he had liberated himself. Now he was working at the crank of the touring car, hoping to get away in the machine.
"He won't get started," muttered Sam, remembering what he and Tom had done to the automobile.
They sneaked up behind the man, and before
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