"Here?"
"He didn't come back here for his dinner?"
"Haven't seen him since you took him out." Mac made for the door. The Boy followed.
"Kaviak!" each called in turn. It was quite light enough to see if he were anywhere about, although the watery sun had sunk full half an hour before. The fantastically huge full-moon hung like a copper shield on a steel-blue wall.
"Do you see anything?" whispered Mac.
"No."
"Who's that yonder?"
"Potts gettin' water."
The Boy was bending down looking for tracks. Mac looked, too, but ineffectually, feverishly.
"Isn't Potts calling?"