"If he's there, Dave, we'll take a short hunt with him and bring him down in the morning." "If you don't care I'll go up with you," said David, "It would be a great relief to me to know that he is safe." "All right.

Jump aboard." David got into the canoe again and Don pulled up the lake toward the wharf.

When they reached it the boat was made fast to the tree again, and the three boys started for the house.

Don at once began making inquiries concerning his pointer, but no one had seen him, and his loud and continued whistling brought only the hounds, which snuffed at the guns and yelped and jumped about as if trying to make their master understand that they were there, and ready for anything he might want them to do.
"Never mind," said Don, who did not seem to feel half as bad as David did; "dogs of his breed never stray far away, and he'll be at your house or ours before morning, you may depend upon it.

Good-by now, and don't forget to be on hand at an early hour.