"Phil, oh, Phil, come, come!" it pleaded.
I started up and stared around me.
CHAPTER IX
THE SEARCH FOR THE MISSING
Also Time runnin' into years—
A thousand Places left be'ind;
An' Men from both two 'emispheres
Discussin' things of every kind;
So much more near than I 'ad known,
So much more great than I 'ad guessed—
An' me, like all the rest, alone,
But reachin' out to all the rest!
—KIPLING.
"Uncle Cam, where is O'mie? I haven't seen him yet," I broke in upon the older men in the council. "Could anything have happened to him?"
The priest rose hurriedly.
"I have been hoping to see him every minute," he said. "Has anybody seen him this morning?"
A flurry followed. Everybody thought he had seen somebody else who had been with O'mie, but nobody, first hand, could report of him.