"Drive fast!" he demanded, and settling low in his seat, watched
the road drive at their car and disappear under it, as the
Sergeant, eager as, claimed the privilege of the Colonel's car
and leaped past everything on the boulevard.
"Where will you go?" cried the Sergeant in his ear.
"Here by the gate first," said Beany, leaping out of the car.
The Sergeant stopped his engine. "I'll go with you," he said
kindly.
It seemed a hopeless task. They did not know where to look, but
first tried all the seats around the bandstand and the settees on
the great porches behind the pillars of the Administration and
Fine Arts Building.
Then they drove the car over to the greenhouse, but all was quiet
and deserted there. At the suggestion of the Sergeant, they went
to the Hospital but no boy had been brought in. Once more they
approached the gate, and again they left the car,
And looked silently about in the darkness.
Beany was trembling with fear; fear for the brother whom he
loved.
He placed his fingers to his lips and gave a shrill, clear
whistle. Three times he repeated the call that sounded like some
night bird's song.
Then, as they listened, it was repeated. It was a muffled sound,
yet close.
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