walked, looking beside big rocks or stumps, behind fallen logs and under clumps of bushes they peered, but no Tom could they find.
"Oh, he's losted, just like we was losted," said Sue, sadly,
"Yes, I guess he is," agreed Bunny. "Splash, can't you find Tom?"
The big dog barked: "Bow-wow!" But what he meant by that no one knew. Splash, however, could not find Tom.
"Let's call his name," said Uncle Tad.
So they called his name.
"Tom! Tom! Tom Vine! Where are you?"
But Tom did not answer.
"This is queer," said Mr. Brown. "I don't believe he'd run away and leave us. He liked it too much at our camp."
"Perhaps he saw that mean man," said Bunker Blue. "Tom may have seen the cross farmer who wanted him to come back to work, and Tom may have run away off and hid—so far off that he can't hear us calling."
"Yes, that's so. He may have done that," agreed Mr. Brown. "We'll go back to camp,
