“Probably to give the poor horse some fresh air and exercise,” responded Polly. “I see him go out nearly every night about this time.”
“Yes, I know,” returned David grimly, “but it isn’t just for Lone Star’s health.”
“Maybe it’s business then. Did you wish you were with him?”
“Oh, no, not that at all!” David hastened to say. “Perhaps I oughtn’t to speak of it—I shouldn’t only to you. But I know you won’t tell.”
“Tell what?” laughed Polly. “I don’t know anything to tell, and I wouldn’t tell it if I did!”
“I don’t know either—wish I could find out; then we’d know what to expect.”
“What do you mean, David Collins? Why do you care where your uncle goes?”
“Because it may make a great deal of difference to mamma and me. We’re dreadfully worried.”
Polly’s face took on an anxious shadow.