"Hey!"
Bart half expected the summons. He halted in professed wonderment, looked up, to the right, to the left, in every direction except that from which he was well aware the hail had come.
"Look here, you!"
Bart now turned in the right direction. A man of about thirty had revealed himself from the brush.
He had small, bright eyes, a shrewd, narrow face, and Bart knew from discription who he was—Buck Tolliver.
"Why, hello! somebody here?" exclaimed Bart, feigning surprise and then fright, and he made a movement as if to run for it.
"Don't you bolt," ordered Buck Tolliver, advancing—"come back here, kid."
Bart slowly retraced his steps. Then he manifested new alarm as a second figure stepped out from the brush.
Recalling what the Millville postmaster had told him, the young express agent was quickly aware that this second individual was Buck's brother, Hank.
Buck was the spokesman and leader. He came up near to Bart and looked him over critically.