"Yes."
"Oldish cab?" broke in Dave.
"One gray horse and one dark or brown?" breathed Greg.
"Yep."
"How long ago?" asked all three.
"'Bout two minutes ago. Why?"
"Which way did it go?" breathed Dick anxiously.
"Why, the driver stopped me," explained the man, taking out his pipe, "and asked if there was a drug store ahead in this part of the town. I told him he'd find one on the next block, around the next corner to the left. So——"
"Thank you!" came politely from three breathless boys, and off they started again on a trot.
"Any one sick?" called the man after them. "Huh! Curious how excited those boys are!"