The boys reached the end of the road without seeing anyone.
Disappointed, they halted at the edge of the Brekenridge estate.
“The boy may have taken off in any direction from here,” Mr. Kain said doubtfully. “Who lives at that house with the pillars?”
“I believe the place is rented by a Colonel Brekenridge,” Mr. Holloway supplied. “I’ve never met him.”
“Any children?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
Through the trees the Cubs could see someone seated on the veranda.
“That may be Mr. Brekenridge,” the bank man commented. “Let’s ask him if he’s seen anyone pass this way in the last ten or fifteen minutes.”
“We may not get a chance to talk to the estate owner,” Dan hinted. “The gardener there doesn’t care for visitors.”
Not to be deterred by this warning, the men pushed on, followed by the Cubs.