“Yes, that’s always possible,” admitted Dolph.
“Then again, some accident might have happened, Dolph.”
“As how?” demanded the other. “Amos is a careful boy, and not the one to take unusual risks, like wanting a deer to tow him.”
“That is right,” Teddy continued, smiling, “but then even long headed fellows can sometimes meet up with accidents in the woods. A rotten branch might give way under him when he was climbing a tree to investigate a possible bee hive. And a tumble can break a leg, no matter if it is as stout as those Amos boasts.”
“Still, I can’t believe such a thing would ever happen to Amos,” Dolph persisted in saying.
“Then there’s my repeating shot gun—he’s never really handled one, you know. While it works like a charm for me, and I can’t for the life of me see how anybody could ever make any mistake handling that gun, still, I admit I’m worried,” and Teddy showed it in his looks.
“Had we better do anything?” asked Dolph. “I’m ready to follow out whatever plan you suggest.”
“Oh! we’ll wait another hour,” Teddy replied.
“And then?” the other went on.
“If Amos hasn’t shown up, I’m going to start out on his trail.”