“Hadn’t we better go back and see what has become of Professor Snodgrass?” asked Bob, as they reached their automobile.
“Well, it might be a good plan,” agreed Jerry.
“Some of the bugs he is after may have carried him off,” suggested Ned, with a laugh.
They started for the place where the runaway fire horses had been caught by Mr. Snodgrass.
“This has been what you might call a ‘large’ evening,” remarked Jerry, as he guided the car.
“Somewhat juicy,” added Ned.
“Speaking of juicy reminds me of a broiled steak,” put in Bob. “What do you say to a little supper? I’m hungry.”
“For once I agree with your gastronomic suggestion,” replied Jerry. “What say, Ned?”
“I’m with you. Let’s include the professor if we can find him.”
They reached the scene where they had last observed their friend, but he was not in sight. The horse lay there, having been shot to end its suffering, and then the boys went on into town.