stay anyhow until we find him. We can't spare good old Long
Jim."

Shif'less Sol did not reply, nor did Henry speak again, until lie
saw the bushes moving slightly three or four hundred yards away.

"There comes Tom," he said, after a single comprehensive glance,
"and he's alone."

Tom Ross was also a dejected figure. He looked at the two on the
hill, and, seeing that the man for whom they were searching was
not with them, became more dejected than before.

"Paul's our last chance," he said, as he joined them. He's
gen'rally a lucky boy, an' mebbe it will be so with him to-day."

I hope so," said Henry fervently. " He ought to be along in a
few minutes."

They waited patiently, although they really had no belief that
Paul would bring in the missing man, but Paul was late. The noon
hour was well past. Henry took a glance at the sun. Noon was
gone at least a half hour, and he stirred uneasily.

"Paul couldn't get lost in broad daylight," he said.

"No," said Shif'less Sol, "he couldn't get lost!"

Henry noticed his emphasis on the word "lost," and a sudden fear
sprang up in his heart. Some power had taken away Long Jim;