"Yes. Men whom I recognized, by the description, as his enemies--as men who have an interest in getting Mr. Potter into their power. He has been trying all this while to keep out of their way. Now they have him!"
"But what's to be done?" asked the young reporter.
"I don't know," replied Retto, hopelessly. "Everything was going on all right until those horses knocked me down."
Larry was conscious of a strange sensation. It was partly due to his impetuosity he felt that Retto had been injured. Larry partly blamed himself for Mr. Potter's present plight, since through the reporter's instrumentality the millionaire's friend had not been able to keep in touch with him.
"I'll find him!" exclaimed Larry. "Tell me what to do! I'll trace him!"
"If I was only stronger!" said Retto. "I'm so weak that I couldn't walk another block. I'd like to get after those scoundrels who have Mr. Potter!"
"I'll get after them!" cried the youthful newspaper man, thinking more of Grace just then than he did of his assignment. "Tell me where to go!"
"I can only tell you where Mr. Potter was hiding," went on Retto. "That was in a little house just outside of Jersey City. The men must have gone there after him. Possibly you can trace them from the house."
"I'm going over there!" exclaimed the young reporter.
"That's so! I forgot about her. I'll take her along!" and Larry sprang to his feet in his enthusiasm and started for the door.
"She's a brave girl! She'll be glad to go!"
"Then you'd better hurry. Every minute is precious. Great things hang on this. If Mr. Potter's enemies force him to do certain things, which he has been trying to avoid doing, the consequences will be very bad for many persons. Hurry, Dexter!"
"I'll start at once. I wonder if Grace is better?"
The young reporter and Retto left the small room. Larry soon found that Grace had recovered from her swoon. Rapidly he told her of what he proposed doing. With her he would go to Jersey City and try to trace the missing millionaire.
"And we'll find him!" he added, with vigor.
He went downstairs to telephone to Mr. Emberg of the new and unexpected turn the case had taken.
"Keep right after it, Larry!" said the city editor. "Find Mr. Potter and get the story!"