newspapers get everything mixed up? Frank got away by himself! Iâll write to that editor!â
The boys were amused as well as pleased at their auntâs loyalty. Even though she objected to their working on mystery cases, she was always secretly proud of their exploits and wanted no one else to be given any credit for their achievements.
The story went on to say that Frank was safe and that the authorities were looking for the kid nappers.
âJust the same,â Mrs. Hardy spoke up, âIâd feel better if those awful men didnât know where Frank and Joe are.â
âYou have a good point,â her husband agreed. âBoys, why not go on that camping trip you were talking about?â
His sons grinned. âWe planned to go to North Woods this weekend and hunt for Chetâs stolen stuff.â
âExcellent idea,â his father said. âCombine work with pleasure.â
âNorth Woods,â Aunt Gertrude snorted, âis full of wild dogs! You boys must be out of your minds.â
âThe stories about the dogs are only rumors,â Frank reminded her.
Mr. Hardy suggested it was possible someone had started the rumor to keep intruders away from the area. He warned his sons to be on guard.
The boysâ mother announced a new worry. Her sons might be followed into the wilderness by the kidnappers.
âWhy not try leaving here without letting anyone see you?â she suggested. âStay at Chetâs house tonight and start from there in the early morn ing.â
Frank and Joe liked their motherâs plan. They telephoned Chet, and also Biff Hooper and Tony Prito. The latter two promised to meet them at the Morton farm right after breakfast.
âChet sure sounded low,â Frank commented. âI guess his dad and uncle were pretty sore when they heard what happened.â
âIola told me heâs got to work on the farm all summer long to pay for the stuff if itâs not found,â Joe said.
Frank chuckled. âThatâll take off the pounds.â
Frank and Joe packed their equipment in the trunk of Mr. Hardyâs car. After dark they got in and lay on the floor of the rear seat, then their father drove to the Mortonsâ. The boys did not show their heads until they were at the farm.
âIf anybody is looking for us, they wonât know whether weâve left the house or not,â Joe remarked.
They unloaded the gear and the detective turned the car around. Wishing his sons good luck, he said he was going to Washington for further checking on the stolen-currency case.
After a hearty breakfast the next morning, Chet, Frank, and Joe went out on the porch to wait for Biff and Tony. They had been sitting there only a few minutes when they saw a man, carrying a bulging bag, coming up the driveway. He was fairly tall, had light-colored hair, and shrewd-looking eyes.
âIâm selling insect repellent,â the stranger began. âThe most wonderful stuff in the world. Use it on the farm or anywhere. Kills flies, moths, mosquitoes.â
Chet became interested. âWe could use some of that for our camping trip.â
The man smiled. âCamping trip, eh? Then youâll want a lot of my repellent. Plenty of flies in the woods. Where you going?â
âTo North ...â
Joeâs elbow jabbed into his friendâs ribs. Chet was telling the stranger too much!
âNorthâuhâuhâNorth Carolina. That is, someday,â Chet stammered.
âHow much do you want?â the salesman asked.
âNone, I guess,â Chet replied glumly, embarrassed about the blunder he had made.
âAs you please,â the man said.
He picked up his bag and walked down the drive. As he shuffled off toward the next farmhouse, Joe grasped Frankâs arm.
âI donât like this,â he said. âIf that man were a real salesman, he would have given us a high pressure sales
Antoinette Candela, Paige Maroney