“Which way did they go?”
The bootblack pointed his dirty finger down the street.
“Straight down?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks.”
Away went Bob at the top of his speed. At the first corner he paused. Had the three robbers gone straight ahead, or turned down the side street?
“I’ll take my chances that they made a turn. The question is which way, to the left or the right?” he asked himself.
Bob looked up and down the side street. He saw that to the left the street came to an end but a block off.
“They must have gone to the right,” he muttered. “I’ll try that, anyway.”
Turning to his right he dashed down the cross street.