"
"Have they ever hunted for him?"
"Several have gone out, but no traces are to be had. Dick, Tom,
and I are in to hunt for him, though, as soon as our Uncle
Randolph will permit it."
"That's an idea. But you may have to go right into the jungles
for him."
"I don't care if we have to go, to the top of the North Pole, if
only we find him," answered Sam with quiet determination.
Inside of half an hour the bottom of the mountain was gained, and
then they struck out along a road which presently took them within
sight of the Stanhope homestead.
"I wonder if we have time to call on Dora?" mused Fred. "It would
be a scheme to leave our paper trail right through their garden."
"Glorious!" burst from Sam, caught by the idea. "I am certain
Dora Stanhope will appreciate the sport."
It did not take them long to reach the garden around the
farmhouse,; and, running up the path, they ascended a side porch.
As they did so two forms appeared around the house. One was Mrs.
Stanhope, wearing a shawl over her shoulders and a bonnet on her
head, and the second was Josiah Crabtree!
"Old Crabtree!" murmured Sam, and then of a sudden he pulled Fred
out of sight behind some lattice-work inclosing one end of the
porch.
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