“We are going to find him, Douglas, I feel sure. Why, the little shaver could not walk very far.”
He was not at the station and no one had seen him. Old Abner Dean came out of his store and actually seemed to feel some concern for the boy. He was a hard old man but not hard enough to resist the charm of Bobby’s eyes.
“He could not have come to the station without some one seeing him, and now I am going to take you home. He may be found by this time and if he is not I’ll start out again. There is no use in your going,” said Lewis, feeling very sorry for the distracted sister and very uneasy himself in spite of his repeated assurances to Douglas that the little shaver was all right wherever he might be.
“First let’s go down this road a little way. He might have turned off before he got to the station. He knows that this is the road Josephus and Josh took this morning.”
“All right! Anywhere that there is a chance of finding him!”
Lucy and Lil with Frank and his friend Skeeter, went over the mountain. Lucy and Lil were feeling very much cut up that they had refused to let poor little Bobby tag along earlier in the day.
“I should have taken him with me,” wailed Lucy. “Maybe I can never take care of him again. S’pose wild cats get him.”
“But they wouldn’t attack in daylight,” declared Frank.
“But we might not find him before dark and wolves and snakes and wild cats and all kinds of things might get him. I promised Mother I’d be good to him, too.” Lucy was sniffing dismally and Lil joined her friend in her demonstration of woe.
They came to the reservoir where Bobby loved to play and was not allowed to come alone. It was not deep but then a little child does not need much water to drown in.