An' then I hear a motor car roar an'
off she goes."
"Why," cried Frank, "they must have been the same two men we chased."
"Were," said Tom. "Dark-lookin' fellers an' one didn't have no coat.
That was the guy Bob peeled his coat off of. I'd know 'em agin easy."
For several minutes there was an animated discussion of the exciting
events of the afternoon. What puzzled Bob and Frank was the reason for
the return of the thieves to the scene from which they had been
driven. Nobody could offer a good solution of the mystery until
finally Bob said:
"Say, I'll bet they were going to hide here in the station and lay for
me in the hope of getting back that coat and the papers the thief
stole from Mr. Hampton's house."
"Yes," put in Frank, "and the wallet with the railroad ticket to
Ransome, New Mexico, and all that money, too."
"I believe you are right, boys," said Mr. Temple. "These certainly are
no ordinary thieves, but desperate men."
Tom had re-entered the power house and was pottering around the
machinery.
"Dad," said Bob, who had been knitting his brow in thought,
"according to what you believe, this is all part of a plot of certain
Mexicans to embroil their country and ours by making trouble for the
independent operators in the Southwest represented by Mr.
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