"Quick, Stubbs!" Hal cried. "That noise will have aroused every sleepy
policeman within a mile."

McKenzie lent a hand and the door was thrown back. Stubbs gave a gasp
of relief. The automobile was there.

"You do the driving, Hal," cried Stubbs. "Pile in here, man," this to
McKenzie. "She's all ready to start. Come on."

The others wasted no time in words. McKenzie scrambled in the back
seat alongside Stubbs, while Hal sprang to the wheel. A moment later
the automobile moved slowly from the garage.

As the big machine came clear into the street, a bright light suddenly
flashed around the next comer and headed toward them. Hal knew in a
moment what it was. It was a motorcycle, bearing a policeman. There
was but one course to pursue, and Hal acted without hesitation. He
threw the machine into high and it dashed directly toward the
motorcycle.

The man saved his life by swerving swiftly to one side. His machine
bumped the curb and threw the rider off. When he picked himself up the
automobile bearing the three friends was turning a corner, apparently
on one wheel for Hal had scarcely diminished the speed.

The German drew his revolver and fired a shot ill the air. He was
sounding the alarm and summoning assistance at the same time.

Quickly he righted his motorcycle, mounted, and made off in pursuit of
the high- powered automobile.