Chapter IV
But when June picked himself up and turned about, he found a very curious looking man sitting up glaring at him. He had a long pointed nose, and fierce little eyes that glowed like red hot cinders, and a drooping white mustache so long that it almost touched the lapels of his shabby French uniform.
"What do you mean by falling over me like that?" he demanded indignantly.
"I—I—thought you was somebody else," June faltered lamely.
The man glared more fiercely than ever: "You were looking for some one! You were sent here to watch someone! Who did you think I was? Answer me this moment."
He had caught June by the arm and was glaring at him so savagely that June blurted out in terror.
"I thought you was the Sleeping Beauty."
For a moment, suspicion lingered in the man's face, then his eyes went to and his mouth went open, and he laughed until June thought he would never get the wrinkles smoothed out of his face again.