"What's up, Jonas?"
he asked.
"Boss, I think he's lit out!"
"Lit out? Where, Jonas?"
"Well, there's only one way, like you went this afternoon. But his
canteen's gone. And he had his shoes drying by the fire. He must have
sneaked 'em while we was working over Mr. Milton, because they're gone,
and so's his coat that was lying by the Ida, with the rest of the
clothes."
Enoch lifted his great voice. "Forrester! Forrester!"
A thousand echoes replied while Agnew joined them and in a moment,
Harden. Jonas repeated his story.
"No use yelling!" exclaimed Enoch. "Let's build a fire out here."
"Do you suppose he's had an accident?" Enoch's voice was apprehensive.
"No, I don't," replied Agnew, stoutly. "He's told me two or three
times that if he had any real trouble with Hard, he'd get out. What a
fool to start off, this way!"
"You fellows go to bed," Harden spoke abruptly.
"I'll keep a fire going and if Milt needs more than me, I'll call. The
Judge had a heavy afternoon and I was resting. And this row is mine
anyhow."
Enoch, who was dropping with fatigue needed no urging. He rolled
himself in his blanket and instantly was deep in the marvelous slumber
that had blessed him since the voyage began.
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