“Oh! Been out before, haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir. A great many times. There comes Stacy. He looks disturbed about something,” said Grace.
“That is because he thinks he has missed his breakfast,” chuckled Emma Dean.
“What’s the matter, Stacy?” called Nora. “We thought you were lost.”
“I was. Nobody seemed to know where you folks had gone. I’ve had an awful experience, worst I ever had in my life, and—”
“Did you find Coville?” interrupted Tom Gray as he drove home a tent peg.
“Find him? I should say I did. Most distressing thing you ever heard of. I know I shall never get over the shock that I got this day.” Stacy plainly was laboring under a severe nerve strain, as his companions discerned, and therefore no one attempted to tease him.
“Tell us about it,” urged Grace gently.
“What’s the matter now?” demanded Hippy Wingate, returning from the station. “Didn’t you find Coville?”
“Yes, I found him.” Stacy mopped the perspiration from his face with, a sleeve.