"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." "Tell me how to get to the place!" Retto gave the necessary instructions. "I'm going over there!" exclaimed the young reporter. "What are you going to do with Grace?" "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. "Can she stand the trip?" "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!" As the _Leader_ reporter turned to go upstairs he saw, entering the hospital, a young man whom he recognized as Hans Fritsch, the German newspaper man he had met at the lonely tenement. "What are you doing here?" asked Larry, noting that his friend was attired in an automobile suit. "I comes to see how gets along a friend of mine. He is here sick. I have a day off from mine work and I comes in my new automobile. After dot I goes me for a nice ride. Come along!" "Where are you going?" asked Larry, a sudden idea coming into his head. "Ofer by New Jersey. Dere is goot automobiling roads." "Are you going to Jersey City?" "Sure. I goes by dot on der ferry. Den I skips out by der Plank Roat, und maybe I goes me out to der Oranges Mountains. I am just learning to run my car goot!" "I'll go with you!" cried Larry. "Have you room in your car for two?" "Surely! For four, if you likes to bring 'em. My mother, who is in Germany, und quite vell off, send me der car for a birthday present, odervise I should not haff him. Reporters here do not get monies enough to buy automobiles!" "I'll be with you in five minutes!" exclaimed Larry, hurrying off to tell Grace.