"You haven't let him go?" queried Martin, staring open-mouthed at the speaker.
"No, he got away while I was out this morning,—the more fool I for leaving him."
"But there was Humpy. How did the boy get away without his seeing him?"
"Humpy's gone too."
"You don't say!" ejaculated Martin.
"Yes, I do."
"What you goin' to do about it?" inquired Martin, hopelessly.
"I'll half kill either of the little rascals when I get hold of them," said Smith, spitefully.
"I'd give something out of my own pocket to get that undootiful son of mine back," chimed in Martin.
"I'll say this for him," said Smith, "he's a good sight smarter than his father."