"Yes," said Rollo, laughing with great delight, "I believe it is."
"And how came you here? I left Oliver here an hour ago, little thinking that he would turn into Rollo while I was gone."
"Oliver?" said Rollo, "who is Oliver?"
"Why, don't you know Oliver?" said Jonas. "He is the farmer's son. He came with me, and I left him here to the care of the sleigh. Haven't you seen any thing of him?"
"No," replied Rollo, "nothing; there was nobody here when I came."
"What can have become of him, then?" said Jonas. "I hope he is not lost in the woods."
So saying, Jonas began to call aloud, "Oliver! Oliver!" But no Oliver answered.
"Let us see if we can find any tracks," said he; and he and Rollo began to look about for tracks.
"What's this?" said Rollo, looking down intently upon the snow, pretty near where the horse had been tied.
"Any tracks?" said Jonas.