"Will you tell me what kind of a looking man he was?"
"Sure!" answered the salesman, and then started to give as good a description of the individual as his recollection would permit.
"It must have been Blackie Crowden!" cried the youngest Rover, before the man had finished.
"I don't know what his name was," said the salesman.
"We want to catch that man the worst way," went on Sam. "Have you any idea where we can find him?"
"He asked me the way to Stockbridge, so I suppose he was going there," was the reply.
"Where is Stockbridge?"
"It's down on the road past the Ludding House. It's about five miles from here."
"Do you suppose the man was going to walk it?"
"I don't know about that. You must remember I was in a hurry to catch the train. Hang the luck! I wish I hadn't stopped to talk to that man," went on the fat salesman.