"Well, if we're going to go we may as well get started."
"All right, Joe. We'll take some grub with us and count on staying until we find some trace of them. Perhaps two or three days."
A sudden thought struck Joe.
"How about mother?"
Frank whistled.
"Gosh—I'd forgotten! But perhaps she can get some one to stay with her. Seeing it isn't a pleasure trip we're going on, she might let us go."
"Oh, I hope she does!" exclaimed Iola. "As long as we know you boys are out searching for Chet and Biff we'll be a lot easier in our minds."
"Well, let's go back home and see what arrangements we can make," Frank said briskly. "The sooner we get away, the better."
The lads mounted their motorcycles and turned toward the city. The idea of organizing a searching party for the missing chums had occurred to Frank previously, but he had been waiting, hoping against hope that some word might be received regarding the two boys. The fact that Mrs. Hardy would be left alone at home had been the one circumstance that had prevented him from starting out in search of the chums before this, but now the situation seemed to warrant action at all costs.
