"What's the route to-day?" asked Paul, turning over in the bunk.
"I'm going to try to make Buffalo."
"What! Buffalo?"
"Sure, we can do it by taking short cuts, I think. Let me have a look at that road map. Hand it over, Innis."
From his cot Innis reached into the pocket on the inner side of the door, and hauled out an envelope. This he handed to Dick.
"What's this? Where did this come from?" asked the latter, as he pulled out several blank sheets of legal paper. "This is a funny trick. Our road map has been transformed into nothing."
"Maybe I got hold of the wrong envelope," suggested Innis. "Here's another," and he pulled out a second.
"No, those are the legal papers," said Dick, after an examination. "See if the map isn't there."
It was not, and a search of the other places in the auto where it might have been put did not reveal it.