He wandered on and on until the town was left a good two miles behind.
Then he sat down on a rock overlooking the stream to rest.
As he did so he fancied he saw somebody following him.
The individual drew behind some bushes.
Leo at once thought of what Delbier had said.
He resolved to be on his guard, and so kept his eyes open.
But nearly half an hour went by, and as no one appeared Leo began to think he was mistaken.
A little later the boy started across an open field not far from the brook.
Then from out of the bushes crawled a man. It was Hank Griswold.
Cautiously he came behind Leo.