We have lost our two comrades and we are trying to find them.
Our noble dog here has trailed them thus far, and he'll help us find the
boys, but you can do it more quickly."
In answer, Doright turned and beckoned the boys to follow. He led them
in a short time to the site of the cabin in the clearing. There the lads
found only a few smoking pieces of timber and a huge bed of embers.
Tom's nose was sniffing suspiciously.
"Do you get it again?" asked Frank. "I do, and it's plain as can be in
here. Seems mighty funny, too!" he declared.
"It is peculiar," agreed Tom. "I can get the odor of burned flesh as
plain as day. I wonder what this fellow knows."
"Doright," demanded Frank, pulling his automatic from his pocket and
presenting it muzzle foremost towards the giant, "tell us what happened
to the boys. Tell it quick and straight."
Quaking with fear, the negro told of the call of the boys late in the
afternoon; of his preparing supper; of the rage of Lopez; of his command
to tie the boys; of his own sleepiness when thinking the boys were safe
and of finding the cabin afire.
He maintained that he had remained as long as it was possible to hope
for the boys' safety, and then had started off in search of Lopez or
Wyckoff to give them the news.
His fear was so genuine and his grief over the fact that he had been
unable to do anything to save their chums so intense that the boys could
not find it in their hearts to chide him further.
"Never mind, Doright," Tom exclaimed laying a hand on the broad shoulder
of the negro.
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