"That's him!" squealed Henry, dancing about like a monkey on a stick. "That's the man who bought my glasses!"
"Come on!" The major darted forward, looking for all the world like an oversize kewpie doll. Henry and the professor followed close on his heels.
Ahead of them, the red-headed nudist hurried farther and farther out of the firelight and into the brush. Bushes began to slap against the three friends' faces.
"Damn that devil!" fumed Major Coggleston. "I can't see him. Has he lost us?"
"Ouch!" yipped Henry, close beside him. "Oh! The mosquitoes!"
Professor Paulsen slapped vigorously at his own anatomy.
"They're awful!" he agreed. Then, to his friend, the major: "Do you see him? Where is he?"
And from the darkness behind them a voice answered:
"Right here I am, gentlemen! At your service, now and always!"