“Foster is desperate now,” Sewall replied, “and he would do anything. By the way, you want to keep on your guard yourself. He’ll never forgive you for thrashing him.”
“I am watching him the best I can,” Scott replied. “I wish you would let me know what you find out about Hopwood, and I’ll send him right to you if I find him.”
Sewall left and Scott sat pondering over the depths of Foster’s villainy. It did not seem possible that any one could do such a thing as that in cold blood, or that a man who had such a reputation could be left at large. He glanced up impatiently and saw Hopwood sitting on a chair near the door.
“Why, Hopwood,” Scott exclaimed as he jumped forward joyously to greet him, “where have you been all this time?”
Hopwood’s face beamed with pleasure as he recognized the sincerity of Scott’s greeting, and he spread out his hands in his old characteristic gesture.
“Sewall was just here looking for you. He has searched all that side of the mountain, and I have been inquiring for you on this side. You’ve had us worried.”
“I saw him,” Hopwood replied laconically.
“Did you tell him where you had been?”
“No,” Hopwood said, “he did not see me.”
“You should have spoken to him, Hopwood. He is putting in all his time looking for you.”