Somehow, their minds had been so filled with other things, that the kidnapping of the boy had been almost forgotten.
“Perhaps that’s why he was in too big a hurry to help another car in trouble. He is on the track,” suggested Billie.
“He’s always been in too big a hurry for that,” broke in Feargus bitterly. “But I don’t think he’s on the track.”
“Why?”
“The paper this morning didn’t say so.”
“Do you mean to say you have been reading newspapers on the subject and not said a word to us?”
“I glanced over one this morning,” he answered carelessly.
“I should think you might have told us the latest news,” exclaimed Nancy irritably.
“Children, children, don’t quarrel. It’s growing late and we must be coming to some sort of decision,” Miss Campbell expostulated. “How far are we from anywhere?”
“We are about ten miles from anywhere,” called Billie, who studied her road map like a daily lesson.