Perhaps he succeeded. He could not tell, for, when he got to the hilltop, they were not to be seen.
He waited a bit, and listened for a sound of their voices, or footsteps, but heard nothing.
The hill dipped steeply on the other side, and there were many hills beyond.
It was a very wild place, only partly wooded, and there seemed to be deep gullies in every direction.
“They didn’t come out here for their health,” thought Patsy. “It was to meet somebody.
“Probably that somebody is waiting in one of these gullies.
“Which one?
“It’s almost as good a place for hiding as a big city is.”
After some little thought he went part way down the hill, then along the side until he came near the edge of a ravine.