A couple of ponds had been dragged, the numerous acres of the fine estate had been searched inch by inch, barns and haystacks and garages and smokehouses had been ransacked, an old disused well had been explored, the neighboring woodland had been covered, but little Anthony Harrington, Jr., had disappeared as completely as if he had gone up in the clouds.
"You fellows had better be getting ready for supper," said Tom Slade, as he passed.
"Look here, Tomasso," said Roy.
Tom paused, half interested, and read the article without comment.
"Some excitement, hey ?" said Roy.
"It's a wonder they didn't mention the color of the sweater while they were about it," Tom said.
"The kid had on a mackinaw jacket," Roy shot back.
"How do we know what was under the mackinaw jacket ?" Tom said.

"Come on, you fellows, and get washed up for grub." "Mm-mmm," said Pee-wee Harris..