This appeared to be an advantage, for there were no trees along the State road, and the constant stream of vehicles made a roadside lunch something of a public affair. Accordingly, the boys turned their motorcycles down the side road which, although it was not paved, was well graded, and led through a quieter countryside.

“What railroad is this, anyway?” asked Frank, as they sped along.

“The Bayport and Coast line. It’s mostly freight.”

“The Bayport and Coast! Why, that’s the railway that Red Jackley used to work for. Don’t you remember Dad telling us that? His first crime was stealing freight from the road.”

“So he did! I’d forgotten all about it.”