time flying. The town's close by. Hurry up, Bart!"

But when Bart reached his side, he found the other breathing out
threatenings in a fashion that denoted a new difficulty.

"What's wrong now?" asked the slim man, who was panting from his
exertions.

"That clever little scamp has dished us, that's what; carried away
the spark plugs of the machine with him, and without them we might
as well try to move this bridge. I was a fool to trust him one
second. We've just got to find him, Bart, that's all there is to
it! Either that, or walk into Fayette, and perhaps lose that
train. Come on back again. You take one side, and I'll look over
the other. He's there, sure, unless he got drowned, and that I
don't imagine is the case."

Bart was fully awake to the great necessity of finding the boy,
after hearing what Frank had done as he jumped from the car. Each
of them hurried around the approach of the bridge, and slipped
down the bank.

"Any sign of him over there, Jim," called Bart, as he pushed his
way into the bushes and reeds that bordered the creek.

"Don't see none yet, but keep on further down. Like as not as he
just drifted with the current a bit, and then crawled out. Get
him, if you find his tracks, I feel like I could do something to
him for playin' this trick on us. Hello!"