“Who ye lookin’ fer?” asked Billy.
“I’m looking for Jerry,” Cassy told him. “Have you seen anything of him?”
“I seen him ’bout an hour ago,” he returned, winking at the other boys, who broke out into a loud laugh.
Cassy looked at them sharply.
“You know where he is,” she said positively. “I think you might tell me.”
“I don’t have to,” said Billy teasingly. “Go look for your precious brother if you want him. He’s so stuck up I guess you’ll find him on top of a telegraph pole.”
Another loud laugh followed this witty remark, and Cassy turned away feeling that Jerry was in some place of which the boys knew, and that they had been the means of keeping him there. She well knew that to go home and tell her mother or to get the policeman on the beat to help her would be a sure means of bringing future trouble upon both herself and Jerry, so she determined to hunt for him herself.
She ran down the street calling, “Jerry, Jerry, where are you?” But after making a long search and finding no sign of her brother, she went back home discouraged.
“Jerry isn’t anywhere,” she announced to her mother. “What shall we do?”
“Perhaps he has gone on an errand for some one. He does that sometimes, you know. We will have supper and save his.”