“What luck?” cried Mr. Whyland.
Oliver told him.
“Too bad, after such a splendid chance.”
“I’d keep a sharp lookout for him along here,” put in Gus; “he can’t be far off.”
“I have a plan,” returned Oliver. “Let us separate, and each watch several squares. By doing that we can cover nearly all the ground necessary.”
“A good idea,” cried Mr. Whyland. “We will carry it out at once.”
“And where shall we meet again?” asked Gus.
“In front of this large building,” said Oliver, “at one o’clock.”
They immediately separated, and each proceeded to watch in his own way. Oliver peered into every store and office, and down every street, but without success. At the end of the time appointed he went back to the designated meeting-place.
Mr. Whyland was already there.