“And will you curl the ends? I like curls.”
“If you want them, although they make a man look girlish,” answered the wild man.
“And will you––” went on Dave, when Wilbur Poole suddenly grabbed him by both arms and forced him backwards on the flat rock.
“I’ll go to work at once!” cried the wild man. “Sit still!” And he flourished the shears before our hero’s face.
Dave felt a chill run down his backbone. But a moment later he felt a thrill of relief, as from the bushes behind the wild man stepped Phil, Mr. Dale, and several others.
CHAPTER XXVIII
THE CAPTURE OF THE WILD MAN
“Now then, you may go to work,” said our hero, as he saw Mr. Dale come up close behind the wild man. “But sharpen the scissors first, please.”