"Where are the boys—Ned and the rest of them?" asked Tad, suddenly bethinking himself of his companions.
"Oh, that's what I came back here for—one of the things. They're all right. That is, they're out there with the bunch, except Phil. Have you seen him?"
"Phil? No. Where is he?"
"He was with me, but he got away somewhere."
"Phil gone?"
"It seems so."
"Oh, that's too bad. What shall we do?"
"Go hunt for him. Do you want to join me?" asked the foreman, with sudden energy, leaping into his saddle again.
"Of course I do," answered Tad Butler, running for his own pony and following the foreman out of camp at a quick gallop.