HUNTING FOR NED
For a few seconds the boys did not know what to do. They stood on the
steps looking blankly at one another. The woman observed them.
"Were you expecting to call on Mrs. Kenfield?" she asked sympathetically,
as she observed they were strangers in New York.
"We came here to visit our chum, Ned Wilding," said Fenn.
"That must have been the boy who went off with Mrs. Kenfield," the woman
went on. She described Ned so the chums had no difficulty in knowing it
was he whom she had seen.
"You say he went off with Mrs. Kenfield?" asked Bart.
"Yes, just before noon yesterday. He was carrying two valises, one had a
red mark on it."
"That's Ned's satchel," said Fenn. "That was some red paint he got on it
the day we went over to Jones's Corners to play ball. One of the fellows
daubed it on for a joke."
"And he didn't come back?" asked Bart.
"No," replied the woman. "There has been no one at home since Mrs.
Kenfield went away. I understand she is going to stay in Chicago for
some time. Her niece is quite ill."
"Well, this is queer," remarked Bart. "I wonder what we had better do."
"If you want to leave a message with me I'll give it to Mrs. Kenfield
when she returns," the neighbor went on.
"We're much obliged to you," said Bart, "but I'm afraid that would do
little good. Mrs. Kenfield does not know us. Ned is her nephew and when
she invited him to stay with her she said he could ask his chums to
spend part of the time with him. Well, we're his chums, but where is
Ned?"
"I'm sure he didn't come back here," the woman continued. "I have been
watching the house pretty constantly ever since Mrs. Kenfield went away,
as she asked me to notify any tradesmen, who might call, that she was
gone, but that they could send their bills to the house by mail and they
would be forwarded to her. I can, however, give you her Chicago
address."
"I don't know as that would be of any use, though we're much obliged to
you," said Fenn.
"Yes, it would!" exclaimed Bart. "We can wire her and ask where Ned
went. She'll probably know."
"Has she got to Chicago yet?" asked Frank.
"It's about twenty-four hours since she started," replied Bart. "Even a
comparatively slow train would make it in that time. If you'll give us
Mrs. Kenfield's address," he went on, "we'll wire her."
The neighbor gave the boys the desired information and, since there was
nothing more they could do at the closed house, save stare at the tight
shutters, they started for the nearest telegraph office.
"If I can do anything for you boys, let me know," the woman said to them
as they were leaving. "I am Mrs. Rowland. I have two boys of my own,
and, if you need any further help in locating your chum, they will be
glad to aid you."
They thanked Mrs. Rowland, but for whose information they would have
been more in the dark than they were, regarding Ned's strange
disappearance.
"I had no idea people were so neighborly in New York," said Frank. "I
read somewhere that in this city no one ever knew who lived next door to
him."
"Lucky we got some sort of a starting point," said Bart. "Now to send
the telegram."
A few minutes later they found a place where scores of instruments were
clicking away and forwarded this message, addressed to Mrs. Kenfield:
"Ned's chums arrived to find house closed. No trace of Ned.
Understand he went away with you. Can you tell us where he is
now?"
They told the clerk they would call for the answer in about two hours,
as they wanted to allow plenty of time for a reply.
"Meanwhile we'll go and get dinner," suggested Fenn.
"Let's check our valises somewhere," proposed Bart. "I'm tired lugging
mine around."
"Leave 'em at the station where our trunks are," Frank put in. "We may
have to start back home soon, and they'll be handy for us there."
"Too far away," objected Fenn. "Here's a good place."
He pointed to a newsstand built under one of the elevated railroad
stations, where a sign was displayed, announcing small parcels would be
checked for ten cents. They left their grips, receiving little brass
tags in return, and then went to a restaurant where they had dinner.
"Lets go back and see if there's an answer to our message," suggested
Fenn, after they had walked around a bit. Back they went to the
telegraph office, and found there was a reply. Bart's hands trembled
slightly as he tore open the envelope. The message from Mrs. Kenfield
was a short one. It read:
"Ned started for home after leaving me."
"Might have known it," remarked Frank.
"Of course," put in Fenn. "What else could he do? He wouldn't stay in
New York, where he doesn't know a soul, after his aunt and uncle left."
"Then I s'pose the only thing for us to do is to follow Ned back to
Darewell," suggested Bart. "Here's an end to our holiday. Too bad!"
"Why need we go back?" asked Frank. "We're here in New York. It may be
many years before we have another chance like this. We have enough money
to last us a week or more, even if we have to stay at a hotel."
"What do you mean?" asked Fenn.
"Why not spend a week in New York anyhow?" Frank went on. "It's too bad
Ned has gone home. He'd stay with us if he was here. We can go to a
cheap hotel and have almost as much fun as if we were at Ned's uncle's
house. What's the use going right back home?"
"I believe you're right," came from Bart. "We'll stay a while and see
what New York looks like. Might as well spend some of that money for
hotel bills as anything else. I've heard they rob you in New York, but I
guess we can look out for ourselves."
"Let's telegraph back to Darewell," suggested Fenn.
"What for?" asked Bart.
"To see if Ned got there safely. If he did maybe he'll come here and
join us."
"Good idea," commented Frank. "Write out another message. Send it to
Ned's father. He'll get it quicker at the bank than Ned would at the
house."
A little later this message, signed by Bart, went clicking over the
wires to Darewell.
"Is Ned home? His uncle and aunt called away unexpectedly and
he started back for Darewell. Answer."
The boys said they would call in an hour for a reply. They spent the
time wandering about the streets. Now, as it was approaching evening,
the thoroughfares were filled with hurrying throngs. They found the
telegram from Darewell waiting for them when they went back to the
office. It was from Mr. Wilding and read:
"Ned not home. What is the trouble? Can't you locate him in New
York? Try. Will come on in the morning."
"Ned has disappeared," said Bart in strange tones, as he let the
telegram fall to the floor.