"I don't. And they ought to have been back hours ago."
"Yes," said Arthur, "and we're all starting out to look for them. Care to come with me?"
"Yes," she said; "I've got to do something."
Something in her voice took his mind from the more imminent matter.
"What's wrong, Gay?"
She shook her head.
"Nothing. Let's start. If Phyl rowed, they must have gone to the nearest possible fishing grounds."
At this moment Sam Langham came puffing down from Cook House. He was dressed in white flannels and carried a revolver.
"It's to signal with," he explained. "I'm going to try Loon Brook, because it's the only brook I know when I see it."
"Bullard's gone to Loon Brook."