"Is that you, Dory?" demanded Mack, as he happened to turn his head far enough to see him.
"What have you done with Angy?"
"I haven't done any thing with him," replied Dory, when the gaze of the whole party was fixed upon him.
It was a hard question under the circumstances, and Dory was not at all inclined to answer it.
"You were in the boat with him when Chuck let go of the painter, and came off this way."
"We landed in a creek, and went on shore. We sat on a log some time, while he rested himself: then he went off, and I have not seen him since," replied Dory, telling the literal truth.
"But where is he now?" demanded Mack, beginning to be furious.
"I don't know."
But it was deception all the same, though it was the literal truth. Mack and Chuck asked him a great many questions, but they could not get any thing out of him. Mr. Jepson was a man he met over in the woods.
"Then, Angy must be in the woods now," said Mack, as the conclusion of the whole matter. "We must find him, and we may as well begin at once."