"What's the trouble here?"
Sam was given the particulars, and uttered a long, low whistle.
"That looks black, doesn't it?"
"It does, Sam. I don't like it for a cent."
"Do you suppose he fell in with Crabtree?"
"Perhaps—or with somebody just as bad."
"Perhaps he spotted Crabtree and started to follow him."
"I shouldn't think he would follow him all this time without letting somebody know."
For several minutes the two brothers discussed this new turn of affairs. Both were greatly troubled, and Dick did not know whether to continue his hunt or not.
"I wouldn't care if only I knew he was all right," he said.