Heckleby?” Nancy inquired as the man rubbed his chafed wrists. He nodded.“Are you all right?” Bess asked.“I’ve been better,” he replied, massaging his ankles. “But I sure am glad you came along.I’ve been tied up for hours.”“What happened?” Nancy asked.Heckleby pushed back his unruly gray hair.“Beats me,” he said. “I was driving along near Madison Junction when I saw a car blocking the road. I stopped and got out to see if I could help, and someone grabbed me from behind. I felt something jab my arm. When I woke up I was hogtied and gagged on the floor of the van.”“You must have been drugged!” Nancy ex-claimed. “Whoever it was hijacked your truck and tried to run me off the road with it.”“Who would do a thing like that? And why?” he demanded.“I don’t know,” Nancy replied, remember-ing the missing syringes and tranquilizer vials at the campsite.The girls helped Heckleby out of the van.“I’d better call the office and have them get a ranger over here.”
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