"Then this is where the trail divides," said Ned, as they
went back over the road, coming to a point where the highway
branched off. "If he went this way, he went to Kanker's
place, or he would be in the way of going. He isn't there,
it seems, and didn't go there."
"If he took the other road, where would he go?" asked Mr.
Damon.
"Any one of a dozen places. I guess we'll have to follow
the trail and make all the inquiries we can."
But from the point where the two roads branched, all trace
of Tom Swift was lost. No one had seen him in his machine,
though he was known to more than one resident along the high
way.
"Well, what are we going to do?" asked Mr. Damon, after
they had traveled some distance and had obtained no dews.
"Suppose we call up his home," suggested Ned, as they came
to a country store where there was a telephone. "It may be
he has returned. In that case, all our worry has gone for
nothing."
"I don't believe it has," said Mr. Damon. "But if we call
up and ask if Tom is back it will show we haven't found him,
and his father will be more worried than ever.
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