“Including our Brandon enterprise,” said John.
“And including your penmanship.” said Clark; “enough, lad, to stretch a neck.”
“Come,” said Potts, “don’t let us talk of this, any how.”
Again they relapsed into silence.
“Well!” exclaimed John, at last, “what are you going to do to-morrow?”
“Chase her till I find her,” replied Potts, savagely.
“But where?”
“I’ve been thinking of a plan which seems to me to be about the thing.”
“What?”
“A good old plan,” said Potts. “Your pup, Johnnie, can help us.”