“What’s the matter with him I wonder?” the Yale man mused. “He looks as if he could eat me up with the greatest pleasure in life. I wonder who he is?”
He turned to Roger Clingwood, who was talking with Buckhart and Tucker.
“Who is that fellow that just passed, Mr. Clingwood?” he asked, when there was a lull in the conversation. “Did you notice him?”
“Yes, I saw him. That’s Jim Hanlon; he occasionally does odd jobs about the grounds.”
“Hanlon!” Dick exclaimed. “Any relation to the little girl?”
“Yes, her brother.”
“Oh, I see.”
Dick hesitated.
“Is he—all there?” he asked after a moment’s pause.
Roger Clingwood looked rather surprised.