“What’s the row?” asked a voice from the hotel piazza.
The scuffle had attracted the attention of several of the men who were making a night of it in the bar-room.
“Have you seen anything of Raymond?” asked Bob.
He knew it would be worse than useless to ask any of those men for assistance.
“He’s up-stairs,” returned another of the men.
“You are sure he is up-stairs?” went on Bob, ignoring the question.
“He went up there a while ago. I haven’t seen him since.”
Bob was perplexed. It was more than likely that the man spoke the truth, and this being so, what had become of Raymond and Frank?
Fearful of being questioned further, Bob moved toward the back of the hotel again, while the men, muttering something he could not catch, re-entered the bar-room.
As Bob walked toward the brook, he fancied he heard a low cry coming from behind the barn, which was built close to the water’s edge.