“Stop!”
Griswold looked around in horror. His intended victim was not dead! In abject fear he took to his heels as though Leo’s ghost was on his track.
Up one side street and down another dashed man and boy, until, coming to an avenue, the man boarded a street car and was lost to view.
“The villain!” muttered Leo, as he slowed up to catch his breath. “I must be on my guard in the future.”
He hunted around and brushed up his clothes. Then, as there seemed nothing else to do, he walked to where he had left his friends.
Here he told his story to Carl, who listened in amazement.
“He is certainly after your life,” said Carl. “In the future you ought to go armed.”
“I wonder if he can be hired by any one in Hopsville?” mused Leo.
“That remains to be seen.”
“I’m going to capture him the next time we meet,” concluded Leo, with a determined look in his outspoken face.