"
"Can't you take me in your car, Doctor, and help me to pursue
them?" asked Prescott anxiously.
"Yes," agreed Dr. Bentley good-naturedly, "if you've any idea
which direction to take in looking for them. A mile to the east
three roads cross; half a mile to the west four roads cross.
Our friends may be on any one of the seven roads, or they may
have gone by a trail of their own."
Dick came to an abrupt stop, clenching his hands tightly.
"Isn't that luck for you?" he demanded ironically. Then, suddenly,
his face brightened.
"No matter," he said. "They can be reached through the Eagle
Hotel, in Gridley."
"Why should you want to reach them?" asked Laura curiously.
"Will you mind if I keep that to myself, for just a little while?"
asked Dick, so pleasantly that Laura took no offense at all.
"How about my pudding?" called Jim. "Anyone going to want any
of it?"
Did they? It was enjoyed to the full, and there was pudding left
over, to be heated for another meal.
"Now, you boys had better come with me, and I'll show you how
to keep some of the cooked meat over, in summer, without ice,"
proposed Mr. Ross.
"And my party must be getting along, or night will overtake us
here," declared Dr. Bentley, rising from what had been a most
hospitable board.
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