CHAPTER X. DAN AS A DETECTIVE.
Dan quickly decided that if Mike had been going to Brooklyn, he would not have announced it under the circumstances.
"He meant to send me there on a wild-goose chase," he reflected. "I am not quite so green as he takes me to be."
Dan could not decide as easily where Mike had gone. Hood says in his poem of "The Lost Heir,"
"A boy as is lost in London streets is like a needle in a bundle of hay."
A hunt for a boy in the streets of New York is about equally hopeless. But Dan did not despair.
"I'll just stroll round a little," he said to himself. "Maybe I'll find him."
Dan bent his steps toward the Courtlandt-street Ferry.
"Perhaps Mike has gone to Jersey City," he said to himself. "Anyway, I'll go over there."