“All right,” said Phil. And the person departed.
This visit perplexed Phil a good deal, and annoyed him also. If people did not intend to recognize him as general manager of Hyson Hall, there would be no use in his trying to go on with the business.
He wondered, too, who this man could be. He thought he knew everybody with whom his uncle ordinarily did business, but this man was a perfect stranger to him. He had been considering the matter but a short time when Chap arrived.
“Who is that old fellow out there talking to your Susan?” inquired Chap.
“Talking to Susan!” cried Phil. “Why, I thought she was in bed long ago. And why should he be talking to her?”
And with this remark he started for the door.
“Oh, you needn’t go after him,” said Chap; “he left just as I came up. Who was he?”
Phil gave his friend no further satisfaction about the man with the black straw hat, except that he was a person who had come to see his uncle. He had no disposition to talk upon the subject.
“Well,” said Chap, “are we going after muskrats? Or has that little expedition been put off?”
“We’ll do that,” said Phil, taking his gun from a corner and putting on his hat. “Come along.”