Suddenly Kitty stopped short, and exclaimed, alarm in her tone, “Brad, where’s Billy?”
“Why, I’d forgotten about him!”
“I did too. I haven’t seen him since long before we met the old man.” Kitty ran ahead into the pine grove calling, “Billy! Billy, where are you?”
CHAPTER TWELVE
THE LOOKOUT
Kitty had never felt so conscience-stricken in her life as when she found Billy was lost.
“Maybe he went back and joined your father and Miss Dawson,” Brad suggested.
“I don’t think so. We’d come too far. He trailed us all the way, pretending to be shooting at us from behind trees. Oh, Brad, do you suppose he fell from that bluff into the water?”
“But he can swim like a fish.”
“You go along the bluff and I’ll go through the thicket,” she directed.