“Who was the man?”
“I don’t know. He had a wagon and said you had sent him.”
Carl gave a groan.
“We have been robbed, Leo.”
“It looks like it, Carl. What are we to do? We must get our things back, and that quickly, or we won’t be able to perform to-night.”
“Do you mean to say that man was a thief?” demanded the landlord of the tavern, with intense astonishment.
“That’s just what he was,” answered Carl. “We never sent him here.”
“What sort of a looking man was he?” asked Leo.
“Tall and dark, with a cast in one eye,” was the reply. “I’ve seen him in these parts before.”
“A cast in his eye?” repeated Carl. “It must have been that Jack Darrow!” he burst out.