My father turned pale, but kept perfectly quiet.
"Which way did he go ?" he asked.
Nobody knew.
"How long is it ago ?" "About an hour and a half, I think," said Mrs.Mitchell.
To me the news was some relief.

Now I could at least do something.

I left the group, and hurried away to find Turkey.

Except my father, I trusted more in Turkey than in anyone.

I got on a rising ground near the manse, and looked all about until I found where the cattle were feeding that afternoon, and then darted off at full speed.