Maybe you
can read it."
"I'll try," replied Kate. "Hand it over."
I put my hand in my pocket to do so. The statement was gone!
CHAPTER XI
AARON WOODWARD'S VISIT
Puzzled and dismayed, I made a rapid search of my clothes-- first one
pocket and then another. It was useless. Beyond a doubt the statement
was nowhere about my person.
I was quite sure it had not been taken from me. Strange as it may
seem, neither Parsons nor Booth had searched me. Perhaps they deemed
it useless to take away the possessions of a poor country boy. My
jack-knife and other odds and ends were still in their accustomed
places.
"It's gone!" I gasped, when I was certain that such was a fact.
"Gone?" repeated Kate.
"Yes, gone, and I don't know where. They didn't take it from me. I
must have lost it."
"Oh, Roger, and it was so important!"
"I know it, Kate. It must have dropped from my pocket down at the tool
house. Perhaps if I go down I can find it."
"Go down?" she queried.
"Oh, I forgot I was a prisoner."
"Never mind, Roger. I'll go down myself."
"Aren't you afraid?"
"Not now. I wouldn't have been of this Stumpy only he came on me so
suddenly.
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