“My car!” gasped Chet.

“Your yellow roadster. He came driving along this road at such a terrible speed that I was frightened and I dropped my parcel. Then he ran right over it.”

“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.