“Dinner’ll be on the table in about half an hour I reckon.”
It was a plain but good substantial dinner to which they sat down a little later, and Mrs. Smith flushed with pleasure as they praised the cooking which indeed deserved it.
“Do you suppose we could get a car to drive us over to that place?” the Captain asked as they finally pushed back their chairs. “We ought to see what became of that fellow.”
“Well, now, I got a flivver out in the barn and I can run you over just as well as not.”
“That’ll be fine if you will let me pay you for it.”
“Reckon we’ll talk about that when we get back. It won’t break ye.”
It was nearly three o’clock when they arrived at the point designated as the twins.
“He came down right here as near as I could judge,” Jack declared as he jumped out of the car.
“You may be right and I hope you are,” Captain Brice declared. “But at the rate we were going you could easily be several miles out of the way. Anyhow we’ll make a search and we may find what’s left of him.”
“There’s some smoke right over there.” Jack pointed to his right.