"Have they taken Dora to Albany?" questioned Sam, as he too arose
and began to don his garments.

"I think so," was the elder brother's reply, and while the pair
dressed, Dick told of what had occurred and what he had heard.

"This is getting to be quite a chase," was Tom's remark. "But I
reckon you are right, and we'll land on them in the capital."

"If we aren't too late," answered Dick.

"I'd like to know how they are going to take Dora to Albany if
she doesn't want to go?" came from Tom, when they were dressed
and on their way to the railroad station.

No one could answer this question. "Josiah Crabtree is a queer
stick and can do lots of queer things," was what Dick said.

The train left at half past two in the morning, and they had not
long to wait. Once on board, they proceeded to make themselves
as comfortable as possible, each having a whole seat to himself,
and Sam and Tom went to sleep without much trouble. But Dick was
wide awake, wondering what would be the next move on reaching
Albany.

Poor Doral he murmured. "Oh, but that crowd shall be punished
for this! If she comes to harm it will almost kill Mrs.
Stanhope." And his heart sank like a lump of lead as he thought
of his dearest friend in the power of her unscrupulous enemies.