“I wonder if this ’ere clearin’s got any spooks ’round it?” said Bob, with a nervous glance about him.
“One thing is certain, the girl is gone,” observed Benton.
“Yes, but how?” exclaimed Murdock.
“Maybe she clumb out of the roof,” suggested Bob.
“The roof is tight, you fool!” said Murdock, angrily.
“You needn’t bite a feller’s head off ’cos he opened it,” growled Bob.
“Let us search the forest; she may be concealed near here,” Murdock said.
We have omitted to state that Benton had replaced the war-paint upon his face before coming again to the little clearing.
“That will be your best plan,” observed Benton. “I wish you luck,” and as he spoke he turned upon his heel to depart.
“You are not going?” Murdock asked.