“Well, not exactly that,” said the Texan; “but I opine Frank will find him pretty quick now.”
The girl was greatly disappointed.
“Then you know what has become of him?” she asked.
“I opine we do,” nodded Buckhart.
“He is safe?”
“You bet he is. He is all right, Felicia. We know well enough that he isn’t hurt a bit.”
She seized his hands.
“Tell me,” she pleaded, “tell me all about it.”
Brad was placed in an awkward position, and he felt that it was necessary to draw on his imagination.