"I didn't," Grant told him. "It's not like my hand. I suppose Lansing started when he got it and has not come back?"
"You have guessed right. Where are they likely to have waylaid him, and where will they probably take him?"
"The bluff, sure. They might head north for empty country, or south for the frontier."
"The frontier," Flora broke in.
"It's what I think," said Edgar. "Shall I send a man for Flett, or will you?"
"That's fixed, anyway," said a voice outside the open door. "We're not going."
It was obvious that the hired men had followed them as far as the passage, for Grierson, entering the room, explained:
"He means we've made up our minds to look for Mr. Lansing."
Grant nodded in assent.
"Then my man goes. Turn out the boys, Jake; you know the place. I want three horses saddled, quick."