“Yes; where is Burton?”
“He isn’t in the hotel.”
The boys were dumfounded for the moment.
“You are sure of that?”
“Yes; I’ve been to his room; he isn’t there; then I remembered he went off two days ago and hasn’t been back since.”
“Didn’t he leave any word as to where he was going?”
“He never does; he and that dog of his are on the tramp all the time.”
“Then you can’t help me to locate him?”
“I wish I could; there’s only two things he’s fond of,—that is scouting through the country with that dog of his, and going to clambakes. Capt. Free McKown says he’s looney on clambakes and eats as much as any two men.”
“Well, Mr. Ham, will you be good enough to give a message to Burton the first minute you see him?”