“Then you raced through a piece of woods, did you?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Do you remember of hearing him answer any to your calls after you had passed through those woods?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Oh, Brad, what if he was thrown from his horse and some wild animal dragged him into the chaparral after he fell senseless on the road! You must find him! Where is Frank? Tell Frank at once!”
“That’s good sense,” declared the Texan. “But wherever is Dick’s horse?”
“I don’t know where the animal is now. I paid no further attention to it after I found Dick was missing.”
By this time the Texan had heard enough, and, lifting Felicia clear off her feet, he strode into the hotel with her, as if carrying a feather. Just inside the door he nearly collided with Cap’n Wiley.
“Port your helm!” exclaimed the sailor. “Don’t run me down, even if you are overloaded with the finest cargo I ever clapped my eyes on.”
“Hold on, Wiley!” commanded Brad. “Just you drop anchor where you are. I want you.”