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Show 116 As the brass band blared the last notes of-Yankee Doodle" and launched into the lively strains of "Dixie," however, an insistent tug on Mayor Okleberry's sleeve would not be ignored. Blinking, he turned as Mrs. O'Tosh, in her Sunday purple dress, leaned over his chair, 'Yes? Yes* He stared at her, wondering how she dared come UP on the bandstand at a time like this. "Mayor, is there any word yet about Josh and Cap?" she asked softly, her gentle face drawn with worry. "Oh, don't worry me about that now," he said with a frown. "Those boys are just off on a lark." 'Yes, but they've been gone two nights and. ..." The mayor smiled his most patronizing smile. "Well, we've got the town police on it, Mrs. O'Tosh. You just let them worry about it, all right? After all, boys will be. . . you know." With a wave of his hand he dismissed her- Frustrated, Mrs. O'Tosh straightened, hands on her hips, and her lips went tight. "Seems to me, Mayor Okleberry, that our town police are not doing a very good job of finding anything that's lost!" As Mrs. O'Tosh stood there angrily, a tall woman with a fox fur around her neck rose from one of the seats on the stand. "Just a moment," she said, her voice commanding. It was Mrs. Sutherland. 'You're Mrs. O'Tosh, aren't you? Josh's mother?" 'Yes," Mrs. O'Tosh turned. "I'm worried sick about him. He and Cap Mullins are missing." "Missing?" Mrs. O'Tosh looked apologetic. "His dog was in so much trouble. |