Garry nodded.
“Certainly Larrimer, judging from Joe’s description and Lance Petterby’s story of having seen the lad in the company of that villain.”
“But, Garry—what next?” Dorothy was conscious that Garry was holding her hand in a tight grip and she clung to him desperately. “There is something else!”
“Yes,” said Garry simply. “This morning Joe disappeared.”
He put his arm about Dorothy, for she had reeled in her saddle and her face was so white it frightened him.
“Let me take you into the house, Dorothy,” he urged. “Mrs. Ledger will fix you up.”
But at the suggestion Dorothy seemed to gain strength.
“No, no!” she cried. “I am all right. Let me do what I must. Please, please, Garry.”
“What is it you want to do, dear?” asked Garry gently.
“Go after Joe—now—this minute! He cannot have got far away if he only disappeared this morning, Garry!” She paused and regarded him intently. “Do you think it is possible Joe might have run away again of his own accord?”