“He didn’t give us a chance to say,” was Bob’s answer. “He just—disappeared.”
“Have you his address?” asked Jerry of the housekeeper.
“Yes, it’s Hurdtown, but you’ll wait a good while before you can get an answer from there.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s miles away from a railroad, and in a lonely part of the mountains. I have written once to the professor since he sent me word where he was going, but I haven’t heard from him.”
“Hurdtown,” observed Jerry. “I wonder how we could get there?”
“Are you going after him?” the housekeeper wanted to know.
“I think so—yes,” replied Jerry. “I want to see him on important business.”
“Oh, I’m so glad!” Mrs. Johnson cried. “He just needs you boys, I know he does! I can’t understand his going away without you. Please find him, and here—take these dry socks to him. I know he’ll go about with wet feet.”