“Is that so? Who saw him?” 191
“Mr. Tyson, the farmer who lives near the bridge.”
“Why didn’t he try to capture the fellow?”
“He did, but in the excitement of the blowing up the wild man slipped him. And that isn’t all. Mr. Tyson saw him coming from the vicinity of that shanty where the dynamite was kept.”
“Say, that is certainly interesting!” cried the senator’s son. “When did you learn all this?”
“Less than an hour ago. Mr. Tyson brought some vegetables to the school and I had a talk with him.”
“Did he think the wild man blew up the hotel?”
“No, he didn’t connect the two.”
“Hum! What do you think of doing about it?”
“I hardly know. I wish we could round up the wild man.”