“Supper time, huh?”
“Yes, supper time, but no supper. Shall we walk back to Pardyville, Jerry?”
“How would that help us?”
“The automobiles must detour from there.”
“First let us sleuth the road map,” I suggested, “and find out where we are.”
“Here’s Pardyville,” Poppy presently pointed out.
“We must be near New Zion,” says I, squinting at the map. “See? Here’s a river running east and west, with a concrete road on each side—C. H. O. and C. H. P.”
“County Highway ‘O’ and County Highway ‘P,’” Poppy explained.
“We must be on C. H. O.”
“That’s what the map says.”