“Yes,” said Dick. And then he looked around, and not seeing Tom, asked Ben where his brother was.
“Tom left here the night after you did, Dick,” was the reply. “He said he would try to find you and rescue you, but that if he failed in that, he would go on and carry the news regarding the settlers’ danger to General Greene. You didn’t see him then?”
“No, I haven’t seen him since I left here.”
A sober look settled on Dick’s face, and it was evident that he was worried. Ben looked anxious, also.
“Where can Tom be, Dick?” asked Ben, after a few moments.
“I’m afraid he has fallen into the hands of the Indians, or of a gang of Tories,” was the reply.
Ben nodded. “I think likely you are right,” he agreed. “What are you going to do?”
“Hunt for him, Ben.”
“When?”
“I shall start at once.”