“About five o’clock. I know it was not later than that.”
“Where can he be?”
“Haven’t you seen anything of him?”
“No. Did he say anything about going anywhere before he returned home?”
“No.”
“Where can he be?” asked Harry, again; and this time there was anxiety in his tone.
“I’ll tell you what, Harry,” said Hiram Payson, “if you are going to look for him, I’ll join you.”
“Thank you, Mr. Payson. I wish you would.”
The two pushed on in the direction of Doctor Lamson’s new house. It was probably about a mile distant in all, the railroad being three-quarters of the way. They reached the railroad, and, as if by mutual consent, paused and looked about them.