Mile after mile was traversed.
Still there were no signs of Bob,
"Something's happened," said Clive.
"He's been carried to the mountains," said David.
"It's the brigands!" groaned Uncle Moses.
"O, it's all right," said Frank, confidently. "That donkey's a regular race-horse. We'll find him at Salerno."
At length they reached Salerno. They drove up to the hotel.
No signs of Bob!
Hurrying in, they made inquiries, and found that he had not come. This filled them all with the greatest concern; and the driver, and the landlord, and all others who heard of it, asserted that he must have been carried to the mountains. It was now dark. Nothing more could be done; and so they could only resolve to drive back on the following day, and make a more careful search after the lost boy.