"You know what I'm certain of?" asked O'Hara, as they were ready to resume the hunt upon the next morning.
"No, of course not."
"I'm sure that that red-headed villain that we fired at on the stump is mixed up in this affair."
Dick opened his eyes at this startling thought, and replied, in a few moments:
"I shouldn't wonder at all if he really was. Hang him! it's just the business that suits him. But Lew ought to know enough for him."
"Every man is a fool when he is in love," said O'Hara, contemptuously, "and that's the reason why I'm pretty certain both of 'em are in trouble. If he wasn't in love with the gal, he might know what to do; but—oh! heavens," he added, unable to find words to express his disgust at his leader betraying such a weakness.
"I s'pose we'll hunt as we did yesterday?"
"Of course. Let's go at it at once."
O'Hara returned to the creek and resumed his search along the banks, while Dick took to the woods as before. A half-hour later, a whistle from the former called him to the stream, where he found his friend bending over some "sign" that he had discovered in the soft earth of the shore.
"It's his," said O'Hara, "as sure as you live. They spent the night on the other side of the creek, and he has carried her across the next morning, and taken to the woods at this point."