Chapter 11
JANE'S ADVENTUREFor more than two hours Thomas Dean and Jane had been vainly
circling about West Point on their motorcycle, striving to pick up
some clue that would put them once more on the trail of the Hoffs'
car. They had not dared to ask too many questions of any one near
the ferry, fearful lest the people they were pursuing might have a
guard posted there to warn them in case of a possible pursuit, yet
cautious inquiries seemed to indicate that all the automobiles on
the ferryboat which had preceded had been headed to the north.
"There's only one thing we can do," Dean had said despondently.
"We have got to run out each road we come to until we reach some
shop or garage where the people would be likely to have noticed the
Hoffs. They may have stopped somewhere,
