“So you didn’t say,” he laughed. “I suppose you are going west? There are some good towns in the western part of the State. Salacia, Dundee, Fardale, Crescent—all along the line are good show towns. Of course, Haley is going that way?”
“Now, look here, my friend,” said Frank, pointedly, “perhaps you will tell me why you are so anxious to know which way the show is going? It seems rather surprising to me that you should take such an interest in us and be so anxious to learn our route.”
The fellow was not ruffled in the least.
“Why,” he murmured, with uplifted eyebrows, “it’s simply because I happen to know you, and——”
“I don’t know you. I don’t remember ever seeing you before.”
“That’s not strange. Of course you forget many of the men you met at college.”
“You have been asking questions; now let me ask you a few?”
“My dear fellow——”
“First, what’s your name?”
At this moment Leslie Lawrence, the actor whose place Frank had filled, came strolling into the cardroom. He paused, stared at Merry’s companion, and uttered an exclamation of surprise.