“He’ll have to eat the side of the trolley car before he gets them,” said Nimbus.
“And by that time,” added Jack Frost, “he’ll be so full he won’t have any more room for them.”
So, leaving the bear busily gnawing at the sash board of the car, Nimbus, Jack Frost and Billy proceeded afoot on their quest.
Jack Frost set out on the Equator’s trail at a prodigious pace, muttering to himself at each fresh discovery of a ruined glacier or melted icefield.
Billy and Nimbus proceeded more slowly, for the track of the Evening Star was not always distinct, and it was plain that, here and there, when the going was hard, she had sailed over the obstructing cliffs.
At the end of an hour the track disappeared altogether, nor could they find it, search as they might.
“Where do you suppose she has gone?” inquired Billy.
“Up,” said Nimbus briefly. “Probably saw the Equator coming.”
As he was speaking they heard a familiar voice, and Jack Frost hailed them.
“Hello!” said Nimbus; “what are you doing over here?”