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 loaded and waitin' for the next gang that tries anything like that. I only wish I'd had it ready this morning."

"I don't think you'll have any cause to use it," Frank said reassuringly. "It was Jones they were after. They won't bother you again."

"They'd better not."

"I think the best thing we can do, Joe, is to go right back to Bayport and let dad know about this."

"Good idea. We can't do anything by staying here."

"You boys said yesterday that your name was Hardy, eh?" said the farmer. "Ain't any relation to Fenton Hardy, are you?"

"He's our father."

"The detective?"

The Hardy boys nodded assent.

"Good!" exclaimed Kane. "You go right back and tell him about this. If any one can get to the bottom of this affair it's him. I hate to see them rascals getting away scot-free."

Frank and Joe bade good-bye to the farmer and his wife and returned to their motorcycles. They promised to call again at the Kane farm as soon as they had any further information, and Mr. Kane, in turn, gave his promise to notify them if there were any further trace of the kidnappers or of the mysterious Jones.