“Yes, the doctor’s right,” said Dean, as soon as they were out of hearing. “You will remember it all by-and-by.”
“That I shan’t,” was the angry retort. “I feel as sure as can be that it has been stolen. Oh, here’s Dan.”
They came in sight of that sturdy little individual, in company with Buck.
“Here, Dan,” cried Mark, “you know when I was talking with you a little while ago?”
“Yes, sir, of course.”
“Had I got my rifle with me?”
“No, sir. A’n’t lost it, have you, sir?”
“Yes, it’s gone. You can’t help me, can you, Buck?”
“No, sir.—Here, stop a minute.”
“Ah! Now it’s coming,” cried Dean, laughing. “I told you so.”