“Oh, what can have become of her?” whispered Mabel to Phil. “Do you suppose——?”
“What’s the use of supposing anything?” he answered a bit shortly. “We’ll know when we find her, and not before.”
Then they tramped on, and, a little later, a call from their left gave them hope. Blake and Alice were over there.
“What is it?” called Phil. “Have you found her?”
“No,” answered Blake in disappointed tones. “Alice thought she heard her, but it turned out to be a stray cow. Any luck?”
“Not a bit!”
“Where are the others?”
“Not far off. I can see their light. I guess they haven’t struck any clues.”
“We’ll have to wait until morning.”
“I think so, but we’ll look a little farther.”