CHAPTER II
A Grim Discovery
“CHINATOWN!” repeated Bob’s father, while Mr. Lewis looked up quickly.
“Yes,” answered Joe. “That is, I suppose we should go there. Here’s the address. I jotted it down while we were in the street car coming to the hotel.”
“But—but what’s it all about?” asked Mr. Holton, taking the slip of paper Joe handed him. He added: “Yes, it’s in Chinatown. Grant Avenue.”
“It happened this way,” explained Bob. “Joe and I got a Chinaman out of an automobile he turned over. He asked us to come and see him tonight at nine, and we told him we’d be there. That’s all there is to it.”
“You say he turned his car over?” queried Mr. Lewis. “Was he hurt?”
“Luckily not,” returned Bob. “But it was a pretty narrow escape. Big wonder he wasn’t killed.”
There was a short silence. Neither of the men liked the prospect of the youths going to the Oriental settlement at that late hour.