037-The Ghost At Skeleton Rock by Franklin W. Dixon

Author:Franklin W. Dixon [Dixon, Franklin W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-08-07T14:26:35+00:00

bore a startling resemblance to Joe!

The Hardys became tense with excitement.

Was this the contact man of the gang—the one who had chloroformed Jack Wayne back at the Bayport airfield?

"I'll guard the tunnel," Frank told his brother. "The rest of you scatter!"

The two thieves had already taken cover among the barrels and crates.

"One of 'em's over there!" shouted Tony. But a crash of boxes indicated that their quarry was already plunging off, Joe, Tony, and Chet lost no time in pursuing him. Soon the darkened warehouse was a scene of bedlam.

"I wonder where the watchman is," thought Frank. "He must have been knocked out."

Crates were banged over, piles of goods and boxes sent toppling as hunters and

quarry blundered about in the darkness.

"Help! I've got him!" Chet panted, in a far corner of the warehouse.

Tony sprinted to aid him. His beam picked out the blond man, struggling in Chet's bearlike embrace. Instantly Tony tackled the fellow around the knees just

as he jerked loose from Chet. The stout boy flashed his light square on the prisoner.

"It's the one who looks like Joe!" Chet cried out triumphantly.

"I am Joe!" howled the captive.

"Oh, no!" babbled Chet in nervous confusion.

Just then a yell from Frank brought the others whirling to attention.

"They're getting away! Come quick!"

The three boys raced in the direction of Frank's voice. But it was too late.

During the melee between Chet, Joe, and Tony, the two suspects had grabbed Frank

and pinned him behind a stack of barrels. Then they had wriggled through the tunnel.

"Come on! Let's go after them!" cried Joe.

He started to crawl into the tunnel headfirst, but Tony dragged him back.

"No, Joe. Don't try it! Those guys have the advantage."

"But we can't let 'em get away!" Joe protested in exasperation.

In the meantime, Chet had released Frank and they ran forward.

"Let's try the door!" Frank suggested. "Maybe we can nail the men when they come

out the other end of the tunnel."

He led the way eagerly toward the door. The others hurried after him, and tried

to push it open.

"Locked!" he cried.

The boys hurried to a door leading to the office and let themselves outside.

Back of a bench an elderly man was groggily getting to his feet.

"You the watchman here?" Frank asked.

"Si, I—I think—someone—knock me out."

"You're right. Two thieves who've just robbed this place. We're after them now.

Where's the exit to the tunnel?"

The dazed watchman led the boys to the marauders' point of exit, an open manhole

with its cover overturned. The discovery brought fresh groans.

"Of all the rotten breaks!" Joe grumbled.

Just then Frank heard the sound of a car starting up in the distance. "There they go!" he shouted, as twin headlights swept a path through the darkness.

Joe glanced around frantically for some way to take up the chase. He spotted a

small motorcycle. "Whose is that?"

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