“When did you see him last?” asked Nelson anxiously.
“About five minutes ago, I guess,” said Dan. “It was when we were coming through that three-inch boulevard back there. Poor Tommy!” he said sorrowfully. “We’ll never see him again.”
“I guess we’d better go back and look for him,” said Nelson.
“Have you any idea you know how we came?” asked Dan incredulously.
“If we don’t find him, he’ll make his way home, I guess,” said Bob.
“I’ll bet I can tell you what’s happened to him,” said Dan.
“What?”
“He’s got stuck fast in one of these narrow streets, of course. I only hope they won’t have to tear down a building or two to get him loose.”
“Oh, they’ll probably let him stay there until he is starved thin,” laughed Nelson.
“That’s so. And build a flight of steps over him. Bet you a dollar, though, that when they do pry him loose, they’ll arrest him for stopping the traffic!”