CHAPTER XIX

Captured Tensely, the Hardy boys crouched in the tunnel, as they heard the voice of the Dodds former hired man. “It’s a dirty night out,” he was saying, “You’re welcome to the trip, Dan.” “Still raining?” “Pouring. I’m soaked to the skin,” grumbled Montrose. “It’s no fun, ploughing down through that gully.” “Well, you won’t have much more to do to-night,” said one of the men placatingly. “We landed a fine roadster while you were out.” “The one I was telling you about?” “The same.” “Seems funny about that car being …