150-The Crisscross Crime by Franklin W. Dixon

Author:Franklin W. Dixon [Dixon, Franklin W.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-08-07T15:15:10+00:00

Chapter 9

Hit Batsman

Outside, Biff and Joe waited. The seconds ticked past.

"Something's wrong," Joe said. "We've got to get in there."

Biff put his hand on Joe's shoulder. "Frank said to call the cops and wait."

"No," Joe said. "That could take too long. Frank might be in trouble." He took off, leaving Biff with a bewildered expression on his face.

Joe sprinted across the street to the van. He yanked the sliding door open and pulled out two baseball bats.

A woman coming out of an ice-cream store stopped and stared at him.

"Call the police!" Joe called to her as he ran back across the street. "Empire Federal's being robbed."

The woman dropped her yogurt to the sidewalk and dashed back inside the ice-cream store.

Joe tossed a bat to Biff. "I'll go around to the side," he said. "Give me ten seconds, then go in the front, fast."

Joe ran to the side entrance, counting to himself. He barely had time to catch his breath before he reached ten. Lowering his shoulder, he slammed into the door, hitting it so hard that it swung back into the wall. The glass shattered, showering the floor with tiny glass pellets.

Inside, Frank had done as he was told and was lying on the floor, his fingers locked behind his head.

He felt the redheaded man looming over him, making sure he was complying. When Frank saw the man's shoes start to move the other way, he peeked up, hoping to memorize something about the robber that would help in capturing him later.

The man spun around suddenly. "Keep that head down!" he yelled. Then he spoke to everyone in the bank. "You all stay nice and quiet," he said. "This will all be over in a few minutes."

At that moment Frank heard a terrific crash. He looked up to see Joe stagger in, covered with round pellets of glass.

Startled, the crook held the gun out in two hands, pointed right at Joe. Then Frank saw him turn to the front door. There was Biff!

Biff held the bat ready to swing and took a step toward the robber.

"Biff! He's got a gun!" Frank shouted.

Biff froze.

Frank heard the gun go off. An awful orange flash lit up the bank.

The bullet ripped through the barrel of BifFs bat, exploding it into a confetti of wood chips. For a split second, Biff stood holding just the handle of the bat, then he dove for cover behind a desk.

Joe saw his chance. He blitzed the thug, swinging his bat at the guy's wrists. He hit the gun, and it went skittering across the tile floor.

The redheaded man started to go for the gun, but Frank was already up, blocking his path to the weapon.

"Come and get it," Frank said, beckoning the man with a wave of his hand.

After a second's hesitation the crook turned and fled through the rear emergency exit. The Hardys pursued him into the parking lot.

Running at full speed, Joe swung the bat, hitting the man on the side of his leg. The crook tripped and tumbled forward.

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