A startled expression appeared on Walter Perkins's face.
"You're right, Chunky. But why don't he come back, then?"
"Lost, I guess," replied Stacy, not appearing to be in the least disturbed by his own announcement.
Walter started up in alarm.
"You don't—you don't think—"
"No, I'm just guessing."
"If—if Ned should get lost, too, it would be awful."
Stacy nodded indifferently, Walter meanwhile pacing restlessly back and forth.
The lad's face wore a troubled look. With the Professor and all his companions save Stacy, gone; with no food left in camp, Walter Perkins had reason to feel alarmed.
Chunky, however, whittled on undisturbed.