"Come away, Tommy. When you want a boat ride come to me. I'll give you a ride any time."
"It's a great privilege riding in your old scow," sneered Brandon.
"I don't think much of the boat myself," said Dean, smiling. "I've seen those I liked better."
Dean went home, and attended to various chores. About four o'clock that afternoon Mrs. Dunham began to look for her husband.
"It's time your Uncle Adin was at home," she said. "I suppose his business kept him longer than he expected."
Just then Mr. Gould entered the yard. He looked excited and anxious.
"Dean," he said, "something's happened to your uncle. My horse just ran into my yard with the empty buggy."
Dean turned pale.
"What shall we do? he asked.
"Come with me. We'll go back over the road, and see if we can find him. Not a word to your aunt! We don't want to make her anxious."