“I’m only a chorus man,” he grinned. “We’ll both get to the Sillies in time. Look at this—”
He opened his hand and held it out, palm upward.
“I’m not interested in seaweed!” Dorothy’s tone was full of disgust.
“Seaweed, nothing! That’s a piece of your friend’s beard!”
“You don’t mean to tell me you pulled it out?”
“Not out, dearie—off. That wasn’t his own hair that lad was wearing.”
“A false beard?”
“What else?”
Dorothy pursed her lips. “Well, that amphibian and its pilot are two of the most mysterious things I’ve ever run into.”
“I wonder what he is up to, Dot—I mean, Dorothy?”