“Where have they gone?” he demanded.
“Who?”
“Louis and Richard. Where have they gone?”
There was a ghastly look in Abner's face, in spite of the glowing red which the cold wind had brought to it. The other man seemed to catch it and reflect it in their own faces as they stared at him.
Eugene turned quickly to his father. “Aren't they in the house?” he asked.
“No, they ain't,” returned David, with his eyes still on Abner's face.
“Sure they ain't up chamber?”
“No; I was home a good half-hour before Madelon came. There wasn't a soul in the house, and nobody could have come home since without my knowing it.”
“They didn't come home this noon either,” said Eugene.
“Thought you said they'd gone to see to their traps on West Mountain?” David rejoined.