“You mean up at Quebec?”
“There and here too.” Henry’s face fell a little. “Then you know the news?”
“Know the news? Didn’t Sam Barringford and I travel all the way to Quebec to help you? But when we got there you were missing.”
“Good for you and Sam, Dave! How is Sam now? I see you are in pretty good shape.”
“Poor Sam is in the hospital at Quebec. He was struck in the head with a bullet and it made him rather out of his head. But we’re hoping he’ll get over it.” Dave paused a moment. “Henry, I’m afraid you’ve gotten yourself into an awful hole,” he went on anxiously.
“How so?” And a faint smile crept around the corners of Henry’s mouth.
“Why, by running away after you were placed under arrest.”
“But I didn’t want to be hanged.”
“I know, but now the case will look blacker against you than ever. They will say you didn’t dare to stand trial.”
“But I can prove my innocence, Dave,” cried Henry triumphantly.