“I can box ears,” snapped Nimbus peevishly.
Here Jack Frost broke in.
“Tell off a thousand Meteors,” he said, “to count all the points on the largest compass, and then order a scout to go in the direction pointed by each point. That ought to get them.”
“Good,” declared Nimbus. “Go to work, you fellows, and carry out orders. The first one who discovers them, notify Aurora Borealis, and she’ll flash the signal down to us.”
The Meteors, who were always active when there was work to be done, shot forth on their errands.
“How long do you suppose it will be before the Equator can catch the Evening Star?” asked Billy.
“It all depends on whether or not they are both going in the same direction,” replied Jack Frost.
Billy smiled. “Of course,” he said, “if they were going in opposite directions he never would catch her.”
“Wrong,” said Jack Frost. “Supposing I started for the South Pole and you started for the North Pole, and we both kept on going in the same direction after we got there, what would happen?”
Billy thought a minute. “Oh, I see!” he cried; “we’d meet on the opposite side of the earth.”