110 BRUNO 



" Where is Bruno ? ' 



No one knew. None remembered seeing him 

 since breakfast. It was now half -past ten. 

 The train was to go at eleven, and we were 

 three-quarters of a mile from the station ! We 

 felt utterly lost. It was impossible to leave 

 Bruno, and yet we must go. 



Julius looked in all directions, calling and 

 whistling. No answer. Our baggage had gone, 

 a wagon full of it. The tickets were bought, 

 and everything was arranged. 



Julius came in from an unsuccessful search, 

 a look of desperation on his face. 



"There 's no help for it," he said; "we must 

 start, Bruno or no Bruno. " 



We locked up the house and set off. As we 

 drove along, I kept looking out, hoping to see 

 the familiar form come dashing after us, but in 

 vain. Julius was to come into town each morn- 

 ing to the office, returning to us at the seashore 

 on the afternoon train. I began to think I 

 could not know Bruno's fate (for I feared 

 something serious must have happened) until 

 the afternoon of the next day. We had been 

 so delayed it was necessary to make all speed. 



We hurried into the station, and there, stand- 

 ing beside our heap of luggage, one eye for the 



