“Not yet,” Bob replied.
“Mebby your message wasn’t delivered till this morning,” Jack ventured.
Just then, before Bob had time to answer, he heard the ’phone ringing in the office.
“That may be it,” he said, as he jumped from his chair.
He returned in a moment with a serious look on his face.
“Get it?” Jack asked.
“Yes. It was from Mrs. Dale,” Bob replied slowly. “She says that Mr. Dale is sick with pneumonia and that nothing has been heard from Rex.”
Bob sank down in his chair, and for a moment the two looked at each other without a word. The same thought was in both of their minds. At length Jack said:
“Guess it’s up to us to get busy, old man.”
“Just what I was thinking,” Bob replied soberly.