“That’s just where I’m headed. But hold on—gracious! I came within an ace of forgetting. I’ve got to turn back and drive to Sanderson’s for a basket of eggs. Won’t take me long, though. Pile in.”
Tom gladly accepted the invitation. After his late experiences it seemed good to be again with some one who appeared to be wholesome and friendly. The other boy turned about, laying the whip lightly over the horse.
“Look as if you were off of some yacht,” commented the other boy, noting Halstead’s blue trousers and cap.
“I’m the skipper at present on Mr. Dunstan’s ‘Meteor,’” Tom explained.
“Say, that’s the man whose son disappeared to-day,” exclaimed the other boy.
“Then you’ve heard about it?”
“Yep; it’s all over the island now, I guess. Constables been going everywhere and asking a heap of questions. Have they found young Ted?”
“I’m afraid not,” sighed Tom.
“Too bad. But who could have wanted him to disappear?”
“That’s a long story,” Tom answered discreetly. “But say, where are you going?”