CHAPTER VI.
DICK'S HUNT.
"Don't you take it so hard, my lad; I feel certain that your father will turn up sooner or later."
It was Pawnee Brown who spoke. He addressed Dick, who sat on a horse belonging to Jack Rasco. The pair had been scouring the plains and the woods for three hours in search of Dick's father.
"Poor father! If only I knew what had become of him!" sighed the lad.
In his anxiety he had forgotten all about his adventures among the cavalrymen who had sought to detain him as a horse thief.
"It's a mystery, thet's what it is," burst in Jack Rasco.
"It looks loike the hivens hed opened an' swalleyed him up," was Mike Delaney's comment. "Be jabbers, we all know th' hivens was wide open enough last noight. Me turnout is afther standin in two foot o' wather, an' Rosy raisin the mischief because she can't go out. 'Moike,' sez she, 'Moike Delaney, git a boat
