"Oh, papa, Jack saved my life. Wasn't he splendid?"
"My dear boy," cried Mr. Nason, as he grasped Jack's head, "you saved my little girl and I shall never forget it. It was a very brave act."
CHAPTER XVIII.
BOB AND JACK GO ON A HUNT.
"Say, Jack, I've got an idea," said Bob that night after they were in bed.
"All right, fire ahead, I'm listening. You do say something sensible once in a while and I'm willing to take a chance."
"Well, I believe we could find that house where I was shut up."
"Think so?" asked Jack, full of interest now.
"Of course I'm not sure, but I recognized a house not more than seven or eight miles from it, and if we go there on the wheels, we could search the country pretty well in a short time. Let's try it tomorrow. What do you say?"
"I say yes, that is, if father will let us, and what's more, we'll find it, too, if they haven't lugged it off. We have to be mighty careful though, for those fellows may be in hiding there."
At the breakfast table, the next morning, Bob announced their plan, but Mr. Golden shook his head.