“Phil! Phil! Where are you?”
Standing in water up to his ankles, our hero 235 called again and again, and Ben joined in the cry. The lantern was flashed in all directions. But nothing was seen or heard of the missing student.
“I am sure he started to follow us across the river,” said Ben. “Buster was in front, I came next, and Phil was in the rear. I asked him twice if he was all right and he said he was. Then it blew so hard, and the rain got so heavy, none of us said any more. Oh, Dave, what shall we do?”
“I don’t know Ben—wish I did.”
“Do you think he slipped off the rocks and was—was—drowned?”
“I hope not.”
“If he was, wouldn’t it be terrible?”
“Yes.”
A cry came from behind them, and Buster appeared, followed by Jerry Blutt.
“Where is Phil?” demanded the stout youth.