He was glad when Ben appeared, for Tom was full of the theme of the hour, and his chum and assistant was a good listener. Something in Ben’s face checked the welcome rising to Tom’s lips, however, and he eyed Ben keenly.
“Something wrong,” reported Ben, looking pale and breathing hard as if he had been running fast.
“Where—how?” propounded Tom quickly.
“At the farm—Harry.”
“What do you mean?”
“Harry is in trouble of some kind. I hurried to tell you. Tom, Harry has disappeared.”
“You don’t mean for good?” exclaimed Tom seriously.
“I don’t know, but he’s been kidnapped.”
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“Kidnapped!” repeated Tom, quite startled.