CHAPTER XXI
WHERE IS BOB?
Bob's chief feeling, after hearing the story, was one of intense indignation.
"Pretty cheap, I call it," he growled, "to stop a girl and frighten her. The miserable cowards! Just let me get a crack at them once!"
"Bob Henderson, you stay right on this farm," cried Betty, her alarm returning. "They weren't trying to frighten me—at least, that wasn't their main purpose. They wanted to find out about you. They'll kidnap you, or do something dreadful to you. I wish with all my heart that Uncle Dick would come."
"Well, look here, Betty," argued Bob, impressed in spite of himself by her reasoning, "I'm pretty husky and I might have something to say if they tried to do away with me. Besides, what would be their object?"
Betty admitted that she did not know, unless, she added dismally, they planned to set the house on fire some night and burn up the whole family.
Bob laughed, and refused to consider this seriously. But for the next few days Betty dogged
