quite a lot of wagons and automobiles go along this main street where
we've been looking. Maybe if Trouble hitched up Nicknack and went for
a ride he'd turn down the back street 'cause it's quieter."

"Yes, he may have done that," agreed Mrs. Newton.

So down the back street the three went. There were several vacant
lots on this street and as the grass in them was high--tall enough to
hide a small boy and a goat and wagon--Bob said they had better look
in these places.

This they did. There was nothing in the first two vacant lots, but
in the third--after they had stopped at one or two houses and had not
found the missing ones--Teddy suddenly cried out:

"Hark!"

"What'd you hear?" asked Bob.

"I thought I heard a goat bleating," was the answer.

"Listen!" whispered Mrs. Newton.

They kept quiet, and then through the air came the sound:

"Baa-a-a-a-a!"

"That's Nicknack!" cried Teddy, rushing forward.

"I hope your little brother is there, too," said Mrs. Newton.