“Mebbe you tells us what you’re doing yere, you two kids,” suggested one of the men.
“We’re jest lost,” said Abe.
“Only that?” laughed the man. “Well, that sure is nothing much. Perhaps if we don’t find yer you stays lost. Where did yer get lost from?”
“Oh, I know you won’t hurt us!” said Felicia quickly. “Why should you? We can’t hurt any one. My horse was frightened and ran away. Abe tried to catch him. That was how we got separated from Dick and the others.”
“Dick! Who is this yere Dick?”
Before Abe could check her, Felicia answered.
“Why, Dick Merriwell!”
“Hey?” ejaculated one of the men. “Merriwell! Why, I sure opines that name is a heap familiar. Dick Merriwell! Mebbe you means Frank Merriwell?”
“No! no! I mean Dick Merriwell, his brother.”
“His brother?” burst from both of the men.