"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.