“It would serve him right to leave him there a while himself,” suggested Bence.
“I agree with you.”
There was another pause. Each was troubled by anxious thoughts about the missing boy.
When they reached the shore Herbert said:
“I’m going to Mr. Trafton’s to see if Bob has got home.”
“I’ll go with you,” said the fisherman briefly.
They reached the humble cabin of the Traftons and knocked at the door.
Mrs. Trafton opened it.
“Good evening, Mr. Bence,” she said. “I believe this young gentleman is Master Herbert Irving? I have often heard Robert speak of him.”
“Is Robert at home?” asked Herbert eagerly.