"He was walkin' up an' down this here street fur a spell," volunteered a tall lad.
"No; didn't see where he got to. Hev ye tried the mill?"
"I'll go over and find out," said Tim.
"The rest of us had better divide up into parties, and do a bit of scouting," suggested Bob.
This idea was applauded.
"Go ahead, boys," urged Dave, laughingly. He sprawled down on a bit of turf. "If Mr. Lovell comes this way I won't let him get by."
"Goodness, what tremendous energy!" snickered Jack.
Luke Jarrett and the two boys agreed to lend their assistance, and within a few minutes the stout boy was left alone to guard their stuff and keep a lookout for the lumberman.
He had not been settled in a comfortable position very long before he saw Sam Randall and Dick Travers pushing toward him on a loping trot.
"I say, Dave," almost yelled the latter, in a state of great excitement, "Mr. Lovell hired a rig and went back to Rawdon; some man saw him. Gee! Wish those other chaps would come up. Just think of having to hoof it all the way back there to-night."