“He was at our hotel yesterday, but he isn’t there now.”
“Mebbe he’s on thet ship,” sniffed Josiah Graham.
“No, he isn’t on that ship, either.”
“Wasn’t he a-goin’ to sail with you?”
“So he said, but——” Chet paused. “Then you really don’t know where he is?”
“If I do, I ain’t a-goin’ to tell you, Chet Greene.”
“Don’t be hard on me, Mr. Graham, now I am down on my luck.”
“Humph! It’s your own fault you ain’t got no work. Why didn’t you stay around Pine Run?”
At this question Chet only sighed. He took on a very forlorn look.
“Would you—er—would you——”