Dick looked at the girl in unfeigned surprise.
“What makes you think that?” he asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t really believe it; I just happened to think of it. Wouldn’t it be fun if he was?”
“Well, that all depends,” replied Dick. “It depends on what his business aboard would be.”
“But what could it be in such a case?” questioned Mabel.
“Well, it might be lots of things. But I don’t put any stock in such an explanation.”
“Nor I,” declared Mr. Willing. “It’s my belief the young man is in trouble of some kind, and I’d like to help him out if I could. I like him.”
“And so do I,” agreed Mabel.
“To tell the truth, I don’t know whether I do or not,” said Dick slowly. “He’s agreeable, and all that; but there is something very peculiar about him. I am sure there is something wrong.”
“If I get a good chance, I shall ask him,” declared Mabel.