The three girls had an early lunch, then a little later Nancy went to play tennis with Rick Larrabee, who had pulled her name out of the grab bag, he said. She looked at him, her eyes twinkling merrily; she had not put her own name in! Realizing Nancy had guessed the truth, Rick told her that he had not entered the tournament either.

"Just for that little joke I'll beat you!" Nancy said. "Then later we'll watch the doubles match between Bess and George and the Monteiths."

Nancy and Rick were pretty evenly matched. He won the first game. She took the second and third, he the next two. Points were hard fought, and every game went to deuce until the score was six all. Then Nancy crawled ahead and finally won eight to six.

"Congrats!" Rick said, coming to the net and shaking hands with her.

The doubles match between Bess and George and the Monteiths was just about to start. A good-sized crowd had gathered to watch it, knowing that all the players were excellent. There were cheers and groans from the side lines as the match progressed. Few people at the lodge liked the Monteiths and most of the onlookers were secretly hoping that they would be badly trounced.

But Ross and Audrey were skillful players. Game after game went forty all. George and Bess found themselves using every type of strategy they knew to win. Each side took a set and the third started as a real battle. Then Ross and Audrey began to tighten up. This proved to be their undoing. Bess and George won the set by a score of six to two!

The hand clapping was loud. The special friends whom the girls had made at Camp Merriweather rushed up to hug or congratulate the winners. Ross and Audrey Monteiths' faces were flushed and angry. They shook hands listlessly with the winners. Finding they were receiving no attention, the two finally left the court.

As Nancy, Bess, and George walked back together toward the lodge, Nancy said, "I'm terribly thrilled about the outcome and I wouldn't want you to miss the rest of the tournament for anything. But this may mean that you won't be able to help me solve the mystery."

George looked at her chum accusingly. "Why, Nancy Drew, do you think we'd walk out on you? The athletic director who is running this tournament will certainly understand and let us play when you don't need us. If he won't-why, we'll default if necessary!"

Nancy was thrilled by her friends' loyalty and said she hoped the schedules could be arranged so the girls could go on to win the tournament.

"You asked us to be with you tomorrow morning," George said. "And I want to be there myself when that old stagecoach is taken apart. You girls go ahead upstairs. I'm going to try to set up things. See you in a few minutes."

When she arrived upstairs, George told them, "Everything's fine with the committee. Bess and I will play again tomorrow afternoon."

The three girls started off early the next morning in Nancy's convertible. Instead of going directly to Mrs. Pauling's home, Nancy decided to take a narrow lane leading to the road on which John O'Brien probably would be towing the old stagecoach, and join him. Reaching it, they waited a little while for the trucker to come along. When he did not arrive, Bess suggested that probably he had been ahead of them.

"No doubt you're right," said Nancy. "We'd better go on."

When they reached the estate, they found Mrs. Pauling standing in front of the house. Nancy introduced her friends, then asked if the stagecoach had arrived.

"Not yet," Mrs. Pauling answered. "And I can't understand it. John O'Brien is usually very prompt. He's already an hour late."

She took her callers out to the garden patio and they sat down on the porch to chat. Half an hour went by and still the trucker did not come.

Mrs. Pauling, nervous about the delay, called the office of the Bridgeford restoration project and learned that John O'Brien had left the place hours before with the old stagecoach.

"Something has happened!" Bess said nervously when she heard the report.

Just then the telephone rang and Mrs. Pauling answered it. The girls could plainly hear a man's deep voice at the other end of the wire.

"Mrs. Pauling, this is John O'Brien. I-I have bad news for you. The old stagecoach has been hijacked!"

CHAPTER V.

Three Sleuths

"HIJACKED!" Nancy murmured in disbelief.

Mrs. Pauling held the telephone receiver partly away from her ear, so that Nancy and her friends could hear the rest of what John O'Brien was reporting.

"I was towing the old stagecoach along a deserted road," he said, "when two masked men jumped out from among some trees and boarded the truck. They shut off the motor and dragged me to the ground. They bound and gagged me, and left me in the woods. Then the two of them unfastened the tow chain and went off with the stagecoach."

"How terrible!" Bess said.

"After they'd gone around a bend," the trucker went on, "I heard a motor start up, so I guess the men went off in either a car or a truck and took the old stagecoach with them.

"After a while I managed to get free and drove along the road looking for them, but they were gone. I stopped at the first farmhouse I came to-it's called Brookside. That's where I am now. Mrs. Pauling, I'm mighty sorry about the whole thing. What do you want me to do?"

"This is preposterous!" Mrs. Pauling exclaimed. "It wasn't your fault of course, John. Hold the phone a moment and I'll let you know what to do."

Mrs. Pauling put her hand over the mouthpiece and consulted the girls. She said that she did not know what to tell John, but that she supposed someone should notify the police at once.

"Yes," Nancy replied. "Why don't you tell him to do that and please ask him to wait where he is. I'd like to dash over there and make a search of the area for clues."

Mrs. Pauling nodded and requested the trucker to do this. Then she put the phone back into its cradle and gave a great sigh. By this time Nancy, Bess, and George, eager to be off, were ready to say good-by.

When they reached the Brookside farmhouse where John O'Brien was waiting, they found two state policemen already talking to him. The trucker introduced the girls, and told of their interest in the old stagecoach.

John O'Brien then went on with his story. "Both the men who grabbed me were tall fellows. One had blond hair, the other was dark. They didn't say a word, so I wouldn't recognize their voices."

"Did you notice anything else that would identify them?" asked Officer Gavin.

"Yes," John replied. "The dark-haired fellow had a slantwise scar across his left wrist. And the blond man, I'd say, is either a sailor now or has been one. He tied me with nautical knots."

"You sure were lucky to get yourself untied," remarked Officer Starr. "We'll radio in the full report right away and then start a search for those two hijackers."

While the state trooper was calling from his car, John O'Brien told the other officer that Nancy was an amateur detective. Gavin smiled and asked if she had any theory regarding the theft of the old stagecoach.

On her guard, Nancy smiled and countered with, "I understand there are a good many people in this area who are opposed to newcomers who are making changes and causing higher taxes. If this is true in Francisville, might it also be true regarding Bridgeford?"

Officer Gavin looked at Nancy searchingly. Then his eyes twinkled. "Is that a genuine guess on your part, Miss Drew, or are you keeping your real theory to yourself?"

Nancy's only answer was a laugh. When State Policeman Starr finished his report, he suggested that he and Gavin start their search.

"Do you mind if we follow you?" Nancy asked.

"Not at all," Gavin answered. "But I suggest that you stay a fair distance behind us in case we run into any trouble."

"I understand," Nancy replied. She climbed in. behind the wheel of her convertible as Bess and George slid in from the other side.

John O'Brien went back as far as the spot where he had been attacked. Then the officers excused him and he headed for Bridgeford.

The wheel tracks of the old stagecoach were visible only as far as the place where John O'Brien had heard the motor start up. Here the troopers found crosswise marks in the dirt. Officer Gavin said they indicated that planks had been set up from the road to the rear of a truck. Apparently the stagecoach had been pushed up this runway onto the larger vehicle and taken away.

The tire marks of the truck were easily traced to a hard-surface road some distance ahead. Here they turned to the right, then they mingled with the tracks of other trucks and cars.

Presently Officer Starr, who was driving the policemen's car, signaled that he was going to stop. Nancy pulled up behind him at the side of the road. He came back to speak to her.