bob hunter, alone in his room, wonders
what has become of his new friend.
“Yes;” and Bob acquainted him with the facts of Herbert’s disappearance. “Now, what do you think of it?” he asked.
“Looks bad,” said young Flannery, gravely.
“So it does to me.”
“Foul play,” suggested Tom.
“That’s what I think.”
“Perhaps he has got tired of New York and has lit out.”
“No, not much. Vermont ain’t no such boy.”