"I saw him about noon time," said Mr. Sanderson.
"Where?"
"Why, he was walking along the road to Hope Seminary."
"The road to Hope?" cried Sam. "Are you sure?"
"Tolerably sure, Sam. I was drivin' rather fast an' didn't take much of a look. But I reckon it was Tom."
"Maybe he went there to call on Nellie," suggested Songbird.
"This mixes me up," murmured Sam. "I don't know what to think."
"I trust there is nothing wrong, Sam," said Minnie, sweetly. She counted the Rovers among her warmest friends.
"I—I hope not, and yet I am very much worried. You see, Tom hasn't been just himself ever since he got that blow on the head. He came to Ashton to see a doctor, but the doctor was away on business. Now I can't find him anywhere."
"If you want to go to Hope I'll drive you there," said Mr. Sanderson. "I've got to go there anyway—to see about some potatoes they wanted. Minnie said she would stay in town and do some more shopping, until I got back. But I've only got a buggy big enough for two," added the farmer.