The driver ran the car to the right, on what appeared like a very wide place in the road, and then reversed. As she slowly backed toward the edge, the boys waited till their feet were almost in the bushes, and then they dropped. While the car moved forward again, they wriggled hastily on their stomachs in among the dusty bushes, and lay there, not daring even to whisper, while the driver again reversed, and brought his car around facing back down the road up which they had just come. The two men were now close to the Scouts. They stopped the engine, and got out. One of them got out on the side toward the boys. Peanut could almost have stretched forth his hand and touched the burglar’s foot. But he stepped away, unconscious, and took something out of the tonneau of the car. “Got the sacks?” the other asked. “O. K.,” said the first. The two men moved up the road on foot, leaving the car behind, beside the road. Art held Peanut down till they were so far away that their footsteps were not audible. Then he sprang up. “Quick!” he whispered, “take your hatchet and cut the tires. Don’t chop and make a noise--draw the edge over.” “They’ll explode,” said Peanut. “That’s so. Wait--find the valves, and let the air out!” The two boys worked rapidly, with matches. They let the air out of each tire, and then cut the rubber through, to make doubly sure. “Wish I knew more about cars,” Art said. “There must be some way to put the engine on the blink.” Peanut lifted the hood. “Hold a match--not too close!” he said. “Here--here’s a wire. That’ll disconnect the battery, or something.” He yanked the wire out of its connection. “Good,” Art exclaimed. “Now, up the road after ’em!” The two boys stood directly under the Great Stone Face, one of the sights of the White Mountains which they had come three hundred miles to see--but they never knew it, nor thought about it. They began to run up the road, in the dark, as fast as they could go. Before long, however, they pulled down to a walk. “Those burglars will reconnoitre first, before they try to break in,” Art whispered. “Go easy, now. They said it was almost the last house this way.” A moment later, the Scouts came out into an open space. At the farther end, they could see the night lamps in the windows of what looked like a hotel. “Must be the Profile House,” said Peanut.