"Did you know the man?"
"Never saw him before. He talked like an Englishman. Stranger around here, I reckon. He just went down the street, looking over the town. Well, he won't find much to do around this place. Might as well go out on this trip and wander around the woods. This town is as slow as they make them."
The driver waved good-by as he climbed into his seat and started the bus.
Harry Vincent, lowering his paper, noticed that Bruce had gone. He glanced out the window just as Bruce waved good-by to the bus driver and walked out to him.
"What's up, Bruce?" he asked. "I didn't see you leave the restaurant. Why the conversation with the bus driver?"
Duncan explained everything that had happened. Harry whistled.
"I'll bet that's our man!" he exclaimed. "He must have arrived early. Where did he go, Bruce?"
"I don't know," replied Duncan, "but he can't be far away. Let's visit some of the stores. Maybe we'll find him."
They discovered the Englishman in the corner drug store. He was talking to the clerk. Harry Vincent purchased some cigars; he and Bruce lighted them and stood by to listen to the conversation.
"I don't know where you can hire any autos round here, sir," said the clerk, addressing the Englishman.