“Rex should have sent us word then,” rejoined his mother.
Another day passed, and by this time Mrs. Pell began to grow seriously alarmed.
“You must go down to Marley the first thing in the morning, Roy,” she said.
And Roy went, repairing first to the Bowmans’. He found Scott just about to take his mother out in his cart.
“What have you done with that brother of mine?” Roy began when greetings had been exchanged.
“And I’d like to know why that brother of yours doesn’t permit himself to be heard from,” returned Scott promptly. “He didn’t show up Wednesday night nor send me any message explaining why he didn’t come.”
“Didn’t come?” echoed Roy. “Do you mean to say that Rex hasn’t been here?”
“Of course he hasn’t, and I think it mighty shabby of him.”
“Why, that’s the queerest thing I ever heard of,” said Roy slowly.
“Why is it?”