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Suddenly Frank felt a hand groping into his pocket. Gripping the thief's wrist,
he whirled around. It was Abdul!
"Oh, no, you don't!" Frank exclaimed, jumping up and forcing the man backward.
But with lightning speed the brawny fellow stunned him with a blow on the chin.
Frank staggered groggily.
Joe leaped to his brother's aid. But he was quickly grabbed by Abdul. As Joe
struggled to get away from the giant, he knocked over the table and crystal
ball.
In one end of the tent Hugo the Mystic was shouting commands to Abdul, and
edging toward a position behind the three. A moment later black hoods were
thrown over the boys' heads.
"Let's get rid of them, Abdul, and leave— quick!" Hugo growled.
CHAPTER II
The Suspicious Trailer
THEIR heads covered, Frank and Joe were hurled to the ground. Resistance was
futile. Quickly their hands and feet were bound. Then they were dragged out of
the tent and into some bushes. Footsteps indicated their attackers had left.
"Joe! Joe, can you hear me?" Frank shouted. The hood muffled his voice, but he
was able to make out Joe's response.
"Right here, Frank."
From a short distance away came confused sounds as if the tent were being
quickly taken down and stowed in the trailer. Soon the engine of a car roared to
life and the vehicle went rumbling off down the highway.
Meanwhile, the toys twisted and turned in a frantic effort to loosen their
bonds. This was not the only time they had found themselves in a predicament
like this one.
Ever since their first big case, The Tower Treasure, the brothers had often been
in tight spots. But always their quick, cool thinking had enabled them to outwit
their adversaries. In their most recent mystery, they had survived underwater
spear-gun attacks and other dangers to learn The Secret of Pirates' Hill
By the time Frank got his hands free, his wrists were rubbed nearly raw. He
jerked the black hood off his head and saw Joe still straining to free himself.
"Here! I'll do it!" Frank offered.
Quickly he removed his brother's hood. In a few moments both were free and on
their feet.
Joe peered at the tire tracks of the vanished car and trailer. "They made a neat
getaway," he said bitterly.
"Which means The Great Hugo must have been the Hugo we want!" Frank said grimly.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Joe sprinted toward the convertible. "Let's go
after him!"
Before leaving, Frank insisted that they examine the tire treads of both the
vanished car and the trailer. Then the boys ran to their convertible. Frank
gunned the engine and they took off in a spurt of sand and gravel. Luckily,
Route 10 ran straight north for almost twelve miles before intersecting another
major highway.
En route there were several dirt-road turnoffs. Frank and Joe stopped at each
one and got out to inspect all tire marks on them. But they found no sign of the
vehicles belonging to Hugo and Abdul.
"Probably they're heading out of the county," Joe remarked.
"Wait a minute. Let's try this trailer court up ahead," Frank suggested. It was