“That’s what I think,” agreed Mr. Bobbsey. “And as there is no telling which way this old woman has gone, one of us can go up the main road, and the other down the main road until we get some sort of clew.”
“A good idea,” said the constable. “It ought not to be hard to find this old woman. Traveling with a baby, as she is, some one is bound to take notice of her. It’ll be an easier case than your lost horse, Pete,” he said to Mr. Meekin.
“I’m sure I hope so,” said Mrs. Meekin, who had learned to love Baby May, as had every one else.
After arranging to telephone in as soon as he should have any news, Constable Jim Denton went off in his little automobile, going up the road, or toward the next town of Rosemount.
“Well, Bert, I guess we’d better start on our part of the chase,” said Mr. Bobbsey to his son.
“Do you think it safe to take Bert with you?” asked Mrs. Bobbsey.
“Why not?” asked her husband.
“Oh, Mother, I want to go!” pleaded Bert. “Crickity grasshoppers—”
“But your father may be on the road all night—or at least away all night, my dear.”
“I can stay up all night, Mother!” insisted Bert.