“A stranger? What did he look like?”
“Slender man and kind of odd talking, with a sandy mustache.”
“Hear his name?”
“He told me his name, but it’s skipped me, I declare. He’s kind of dark-complected like.”
“Stranger, eh?” mused Du Sang; his eyes were wandering over the room.
“Slender man,” repeated Bill, “but I didn’t take much notice of him. Said he was in the real-estate business.”
“In the real-estate business? And did he sit there while you talked this over with the college guy?” muttered Du Sang.
“He is all right, boys, and he said you’d know his name if I could speak it,” declared Bill.
“Look anything like that man standing with his hands in his pockets over there by the wheel?” asked Du Sang, turning his back carefully on a new-comer as he made the suggestion.