Knowing, of course, that it could be no one else than the boy, Ed Butler, the Bradys instantly turned.
The boy had vanished.
Chinamen were running across the street, others were hurrying forward on the same side of the way.
There in the sidewalk was a large, gaping hole.
Two of the flagstones, undermined by the storm, probably, had sunk down just as the Bradys stepped off them.
Ed, less fortunate, had been caught in the break.
"Bless my soul! This is a great piece of business," cried Old King Brady.
Harry peered down into the hole.
It seemed to be pretty deep and it was also very dark.
Young King Brady could see nothing of the boy.