"Which way did he go?"
"That way," answered the stranger, pointing on to the westward.
"Did you know the man?"
"Never sot eyes on him before, kiddie," answered the man. "But you seem mighty interested?"
"I am," was the terse reply. Tad was using his eyes to good purpose, but trying not to let the man know that he was doing so.
"Somebody you know?"
Tad shook his head.
"But we would like to know him," interjected Stacy.
"For what, kiddie?"
Tad gave Chunky a quick glance of warning.