"Why, Callie, that's just the fellow we've been looking for!" said Frank quickly. "Chet's car has been stolen!"
"Well, whoever stole it, came by here not ten minutes ago," said the girl. "And he's a madman—by the way he was driving."
"Why, we're right on his trail then!" declared Frank. "He must have gone into Bayport."
"He was heading that way," Callie told them. "But at the rate he was going, you'll have a hard time catching him. Oh, Chet, I'm so sorry your car was stolen."
"Don't worry. We'll get it back," replied Chet grimly.
"Are you going back home, Callie?" asked Frank.
"No, I'm going on up to Mrs. Wills' place. You needn't bother to drive me up. It's only a few yards farther on. I know you're anxious to chase that awful man."
"We'll chase him, all right!" declared Frank, as the motorcycles roared.
They bade good-bye to the girl and sped on their way into Bayport, leaving Callie to continue her journey to the home of Mrs. Wills with the remains of the cakes and jelly over which she had spent so much time and care.
They sped down the main street of Bayport and headed directly to the police station, where
