slipped.â
âLook, thereâs Joe!â Biff exclaimed.
The boy lay in the middle of the trail. Hearing the others, he sat up groggily. Sherlock went up and licked his face.
âJoe, what happened?â Frank asked as he and Biff helped his brother to his feet.
âRemember when you slipped?â Joe said. âJust then I heard a rustling behind me. I was kayoed by a blow across my back.â
âWas it a bear?â Biff inquired.
âNo. Whoever walloped me carried me up here to the middle of the trail.â
âLetâs look at your neck,â Chet said. He shone his light on the open collar of Joeâs shirt. There was a red welt!
âWhatâd I tell you?â Chet quavered. âThe vampire bat struck again!â
Joe regained his strength gradually. By the time they reached the foot of the mountain, he was matching strides with the other three. Back at the camp, Chet applied medication to the welt.
It was hard to settle down for the night. All were too excited about what had happened. Frank said, âSomebody must be camping on the trail.â
âThatâs what I think,â Joe agreed. âIt might be a hideout for Whip Lasher and the other credit-card crooks.â
âThatâs right;â Biff said. âTheyâre sportsmen, arenât they?â
âGreat sports!â Chet muttered. âWhen they hit you and youâre not looking!â
The boys listened for an hour, but there were no sounds of the trail bike returning.
âIf itâs up there, weâre going to find it!â Joe vowed.
âYou can say that again,â Frank said.
After breakfast the next morning Frank decided to report the attack on Joe to the forest ranger, Herb Johnson. He and Biff cycled to Blackfoot Meadow, but the ranger was not at the information booth. On the counter were maps of the area. Frank took one.
As he turned to show it to Biff, his eyes lighted on a fringed buckskin jacket. The man wearing it was hurrying across an open area toward a trailer parked among the trees.
âThat could be Whip Lasher!â Frank exclaimed. âCome on, Biff!â
But instead of going to the trailer, the man in the fringed jacket waved at a car driving past. It stopped to pick him up, then drove out of the park toward Snowcap.
Frank and Biff ran to their bike, jumped on, and followed. It irked Frank that he had not gotten a look at the man in the buckskin jacket. He gave the cycle full throttle and it gained on the car ahead.
Suddenly the motor began to sputter. They slowed down and came to a halt beside the road.
âOh nuts!â Frank said. âIt would conk out just now!â
âSounds as if thereâs dirt in the fuel line,â Biff said. He opened a small tool kit slung under the seat and soon found the source of the trouble. âDirty gasoline, just as I thought,â he added.
Quickly he cleaned the fuel line, then the boys set off again. By the time they reached Snowcap, the trail had been lost completely.
âNo telling where they went,â Frank said as he stopped on the main street.
âMy guess is that Mr. Buckskin is right here in Snowcap,â Biff said.
âThe vampire bat struck again!â Chet quavered
âCould be. Letâs take a look around.â
The boys walked up and down the streets. Although they saw several men wearing buckskin, none was the notorious Whip Lasher.
Frank decided to take this opportunity to question local merchants about the Magnacard. Going from one shop to another, he asked discreetly if the owner had any trouble with Magnacard holders and presented Lasherâs picture.
He was told that some clients had Magnacards, but there had been no swindles. At Burnâs Jewelry Shop, however, the proprietor said he would take no more Magnacards.
âDid you get stuck?â Biff asked.
The jeweler nodded. âSomeone bought a big sapphire from me on a Magnacard which
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