“Where is he? Which way did he go?”
“I don’t know,” Biff replied. “He was gone by the time I got out here.”
“Come on, then.” Uncle Charlie, on the run, headed for the street. Biff was at his heels.
On the sidewalk, they tried to spot Specks.
It seemed to Biff he had never seen so many people crowding the streets, all of them in a gay, holiday mood.
“It’s no use, Biff,” Charles Keene said. “We’d never catch Specks in this crowd, even if we knew which way he went.”
“Guess you’re right,” Biff replied. “But I hate to give up. I want to find Derek. Don’t like the idea of his thinking you and I are against him.”
“I know how you feel, Biff. Tell you what. Let’s just wander around, circulate among the crowds. Who knows, we might bump into him. If we don’t, locating him is going to take time and organization.”
Biff felt there would be little chance of that happening. He knew that his uncle was just trying to cheer him up. So, thought Biff, why not? See some of the town at the same time.
“Okay, Uncle Charlie, lead on.”