headlights.
âHeâs heading in our direction!â Frank gasped.
He could feel Chet shaking violently alongside him. âQuick!â said Frank. âKeep low and roll to the right!â
Chet struggled to obey, but his eyes bulged with desperation. âI canâtâthe zipper on my sleeping bag is stuck!â
Frank yanked wildly at the zipper, but it was no use!
CHAPTER X
Strange Roadblock
MUFFLING Chetâs yell, Frank rolled him violently over and landed quickly on top of him. The tractor and its whirling blades missed them by inches!
The vehicleâs sound grew fainter as Birnham continued ahead. As Frank looked up he noticed a large truck passing slowly on the road going in the direction of Bayport.
âItâs okay, pal,â he said, patting Chet. âBut letâs get to the road before Birnham starts back on this row!â
Chet finally freed himself from the sleeping bag. Trailing it behind him, the heavy youth followed Frank across the field, running in a low crouch. Once beneath the fence, the boys paused to catch their breath, and saw Birnham turn.
âIâve had it,â Chet moaned softly. âLetâs get out of here!â
âShhh!â
Puzzled by the farmerâs strange activity, they watched his tractor, still without lights, churn earth at a rise near the highway. After twenty minutes, the vehicle stopped. Birnham cut the motor, jumped down, and returned to his house. In a few moments the building was dark.
âWhat was that all about?â Chet asked. âDid Birnham know we were here and do that just to scare us?â
âIf not, why this night work without lights?â said Frank.
Chet grimaced. âNuttiest thing Iâve ever seen!â
Exhausted, the two boys took shifts for the remainder of the night. When nothing more had transpired by sunrise, they drove north and rejoined Joe and Biff.
They had had an uneventful night at Pembroke Road but were excited by Frank and Chetâs adventure, and agreed that Birnhamâs actions were indeed suspicious.
Frank asked, âDid you pick up anything on the radio?â
âNothing new,â Biff said.
He climbed into Chetâs jalopy and they roared off. The brothers soon passed them on the motorcycles. The Hardys were just entering Bayport when report of a theft came over the police band.
â... the car, reported missing at Lucas Street in Bridgewater was later recovered, abandoned on the other side of town. Owner, while sitting in his parked car, was gassed. No clues ...â
âIn Bridgewater!â Joe exclaimed. âThatâs not only the first theft someplace besides Shore Road, but the first time the thieves have failed! Apparently they were frightened off before they could get out of town.â
âSo it was the car thieves who gassed Scratch and us,â said Frank. Another idea struck him. âBridgewaterâs at the end of Pembroke Road, Joeâalso, remember itâs the postmark on that phony typed note from Jack!â
âCome on! Letâs check on Slagel at the Excelsior!â
The Hardys cycled to the waterfront hotel, and Joe went in to inquire. When he emerged from the run-down doorway, his expression was not happy. âSlagelâor âJames Wrightââchecked out early this morning!â
The boys decided to sacrifice their treasure hunt for the day and check the hotels in Bridgewater for Slagel. First they stopped at a diner and had a quick breakfast. Afterward, they hurried to their motorcycles and started up. Just then a middle-aged man strode over to them.
âYouâre the Hardy boys, arenât you?â he demanded.
They nodded. âMy car was stolen a week ago!â he shouted. âYou and your father had a nerve giving bail money to car thieves and allowing them to escape! What are you doing to help? If my car is not recovered, Iâll hold you personally responsible!â The