“What?”
“I’ll try to hunt her up for you.”
“Will you? I’ll pay you for your trouble, Tom.”
“Don’t want no pay, Rube. You’ve done me many a good turn, and so did your father when he was here. I’ll take a trip around the lake first thing to-morrow.”
“And so will I. Between the two of us we ought to discover something.”
After this we arranged our plan. Darrow was to start from the Bend, and go up the west shore, while I was to come down from the mill, and investigate along the east shore. At noon we were to meet at Bayport and compare notes.
“By the way,” said he, when this matter was finished, “heard from your father lately?”
“I expect a letter next week,” I replied. “He is out in South Dakota. He hasn’t located yet.”
“Hope he strikes it rich when he does,” concluded Darrow. “No man in these parts deserves it more.”