for just then another thought drifted into Hugh’s mind and he asked another question.
“You say you are sure that Half-Breed Jake is away?”
“Yes,” returned Oscar. “Why?”
“Because sometimes I think I see something moving about in the clearing near their house.”
“But I have looked for days for any sign of life there and have seen nothing,” Oscar insisted. “Perhaps you saw their chickens or their cow. They are usually gone at this time of year, but yet, I do not understand it. If Jake had anything to do with the Edmonds boys’ disappearance—and I am certain he had—he would be staying. And you say you saw him in the woods. No, I do not understand it. Perhaps he is in Rudolm helping still to spread the report that John Edmonds’ accounts are short and that he ran away.”
“Do you think we will ever find them?” Hugh asked, the discouragement of the whole week suddenly welling up in his voice.
“I do not know,” Oscar admitted, yet trying
