"She's out there alone," said Bonbright, dully. "She's been out there alone—all these months. She's so little…. What made her go away?… Something has happened to her…."
"Haven't you had any word—anything?" Dulac was becoming frightened himself.
"Nothing—nothing."
Bonbright leaped to his feet and took two steps forward and two back. "I've got to know," he said. "She must be found…. Anything could have happened…."
"It's up to us to find her," said Dulac, unconsciously, intuitively coupling himself with Bonbright. They were comrades in this thing. The anxiety was equally theirs.
"Yes…. Yes."
"She wasn't the kind of a girl to—"
"No," said Bonbright, quickly, as if afraid to hear Dulac say the words, "she wouldn't do THAT…. Maybe she's just hiding away—or hurt—or sick. I've got to know."
"Call back the boys…. Let's get this conference over so we can get at it."
Bonbright nodded, and Dulac stepped to the door. The men re-entered.