There was no answer.
“Maybe he’s lost,” suggested Janet.
“He can’t be lost very long or very far,” Ted assured her. “For he was right here not more than two minutes ago and he couldn’t go far in that time.”
“Call again,” suggested Janet, and Ted raised his voice in a loud shout.
“Trouble! William! Trouble!”
Thus Ted called, but as he and his sister listened there was no answer.
“He must have wandered off somewhere when we didn’t notice,” suggested Janet. “We’d better hurry back home and get mother and Skyrocket. Skyrocket can smell which way Trouble went and find him.”
“Yes, I guess we’d better do that,” agreed Ted. “I never saw such a boy as he is for doing things!”
Just as Ted and Janet were about to hurry home and tell their mother the news, they heard a noise in the underbrush at the edge of the woods. The figure of a boy was dimly seen, and Janet cried:
“There he is!”