“By George! he has!” exclaimed Harvey; “I see him plainly!”
“Let me have a look!”
Harvey passed the instrument to his brother, who hastily leveled it at the machine. “You can’t miss him,” added the younger; “he is sitting in his old place on the seat beside the Professor, who is so tall that his head rises far over Bunk’s.”
Dick was silent for a brief while. Suddenly he lowered the glass with a laughing exclamation.
“Ah, but the Professor is sly. I see the form behind him as you have described, but it isn’t Bohunkus Johnson!”
“What do you mean?” asked the amazed Harvey.
“Study it out for yourself,” replied the other, handing over the instrument.
A few seconds’ scrutiny was enough. That which Harvey had taken for their colored friend was a cunningly arranged dummy which might well deceive a spectator. Professor Morgan had adjusted a coat and other garments so as to resemble the form of the negro and make the mistake almost certain. But for the keener shrewdness of his brother, Harvey would have been deceived.
“I see what you mean, Dick; I hadn’t the first suspicion of such a trick.”
“We are not dealing with a fool when we butt against the Professor.”