"You couldn't be mistaken?"
"Well, if there is a road no one in Darewell knows of it," put in Ned.
"We've lived here a good many years, and have often been in these woods,
and we never heard of any other road."
"That's good," Mr. Hardman responded, and he seemed well satisfied.
"I wonder if Frank will come to meet us?" asked Bart as Mr. Hardman
resumed his position slightly in advance of the boys.
"You can't tell much about Frank lately," replied Ned. "I don't know
what to make of him. I wish he'd tell us if he is in trouble, for we
might help him. I know what it is to be worried about something and not
have any one you can talk to. I found that out when I had to disappear in
New York," and he laughed at the recollection, though at the time of his
trouble he felt in a very different frame of mind.
"Well, we'll just have to let him alone until he's ready to tell us,"
said Fenn. "Hello!" he added, a moment later, "someone is coming along
the road."
The chums stopped, as did Mr. Hardman. The sound of footsteps
could be heard.
"Who is coming?" asked Mr. Hardman, and the boys thought he seemed
alarmed.
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