“Nothing.”
“Have you looked under the desks, and in the cupboards?”
“We’ve quietly searched everywhere,” replied Uncle Bob earnestly.
“Then we must go on as usual,” said Uncle Jack. “There, you two go home: Cob and I will chance the risks.”
“It may have been an attempt to get rid of the dog,” I said, “and nothing more.”
“That’s what I’ve been thinking,” said Uncle Jack; and soon after we were left alone.
Towards mid-day I went down to have a chat with Pannell, and to ask him how he had got on during his long illness.
“Tidy,” he said sourly. “There was the club helped me, but the mesters did most.”
“What! My uncles?”
“Ay, didn’t you know?” he cried, busying himself about lighting a smaller forge at the back of the first.