“Where is Ernest, Frank?” he asked.
“I don’t know, papa. I miss him ever so much,” said the little boy tearfully.
“But he must be somewhere about. When did you miss him?”
“He went away when I was asleep.”
The outlaw’s suspicions were aroused.
“I will look for him,” he said.
But Ernest was in none of the rooms.
“Did you walk with him into the interior of the cave, Frank?” he asked.
“Yes, papa.”
“Ha, that explains it. Go with me and tell me just where you went.”