Speedy. He thought rapidly for a moment. Something would have to be done, and done quickly. He threw back his head and announced, "I'm going to get that car back if I have to tear this town apart. They haven't had time to dispose of it yet. They've hidden the car and Nellie somewhere. I'll find them. First I'll do a little detective business where I think it will do the most good."
Jane, with the true Dillon spunk, had recovered her composure.
"I'll go with you," she said bravely.
"No, Jane—please," pleaded Speedy. "There's liable to be some rough work. You can't possibly do any good and you might get hurt."
"But I want to help."
"You can. Run and tell Johnny Burke the car has been stolen. And tell Walters and Barnett and the rest. Meantime I'll go out on my own and see what I can find out."
They separated in front of the car barn. Speedy hurried up De Lacey Street, King Tut running at his heels. Three times he tried to send the little dog home. But it was no use. The animal, scenting excitement, was bound to go along. Finally Speedy, to avoid wasting more time, permitted his companionship.
Speedy's course took him straight crosstown toward the East River. As he neared the neighborhood in which was located the shack by the river which the Callahans made their headquarters, he slowed down and approached with caution. He knew that he was in critical personal danger if he
