“Yes, although the name-plate had been tore off. It was a Simms-Tecco, one of them old foreign cars. Must be about eight or a dozen years old. It had them old-fashioned battery connections on it, and had them old Horseshoe anti-skid tires on the rear wheels. That’s how I remember it.”
“You must have learned a lot about cars after you left Oak Hall,” was Roger’s comment.
“Oh, I’m right in the business now, I am!” answered Horsehair proudly.
“You didn’t know who the fellow was, did you?” questioned Dave.
“No, I didn’t. But do you know, he acted awful queer—that feller did. He come sailin’ in here shoutin’ out fer gasoline, and all at once, when he seen me, he stopped as if he was shot, and fer a minute or two I thought he was goin’ to back out and go ’way. Then he seemed to git over it and bought what he wanted, jest like I said.”
“It is no wonder that he was surprised, if he is the fellow we think,” answered Dave. “Do you remember a chap who went to Oak Hall, named Nick Jasniff—the fellow who once attacked me in the gymnasium with an Indian club and then ran away?”
“O’ course I remember that big overgrown bully,” answered Horsehair.
“Well, that’s the fellow we think it is,” said Roger.
“But it can’t be him! This feller was a furriner. He had real dark skin and dark hair and a little dark mustache.”
“We think he was in disguise.”