While the cars were being looked after in a garage, Bennie went to a butcher’s shop to get some more food for Jeff, fed him, and put him up in the car again, for the night. Then they all went to the hotel, registered, got the dust off their faces and clothes, and went in to dinner.
The next morning Jeff was not in the car. The garage man said he stayed there a while the night before, and then, when nobody was looking, evidently jumped out and ran away.
“Oh, gee, he was looking for me!” Bennie cried. “I ought to have tied him. Poor old Jeff, he’s just hunting for me, all over this town!”
“Too bad,” said Uncle Billy. “But he’ll find a home somewhere—he seems to make friends easily, and your mother’ll be awful glad.”
“Well, I got to find him. Please drive around town while I look for him!”
“But I have to be back in Portland, Bennie. I’ve got to be at the hospital tomorrow morning.”
“Aw, just ten minutes! Please!”
“Well, we’ll take a look. Get in.”
They started slowly down a residential street, Bennie hanging out of the car and whistling. One block, two blocks, three blocks they went, turned a corner, and began on another street.
Suddenly Spider gave a yell. “Hi, Bennie, there’s your pup!”