“Bother that fellow,” he said with some irritation, “he gets on my nerves. I wish to goodness he’d keep away from where I am.”
Frank looked up.
“What on earth are you talking about, Billy?” he asked.
“Why that fellow we saw at the Willard, and again on the Congressional Limited,—or his double,—just sneaked down a side street,” said Billy. “I am certain he saw us and was anxious for us not to observe him.”
“Meeting him a third time like this could hardly be a coincidence,” mused Frank.
“Not much,” struck in Billy, “that fellow means some mischief.”
“I think myself that he will bear watching,” replied Frank, as they emerged from the street into the open country.
“Pretty good for a week’s work, eh?” remarked Harry with some pride as, after the joyous re-union with Ben Stubbs, they all stood regarding the air-skimmer which was growing like a living thing under their hands.
They all agreed enthusiastically and Frank even suggested that it might be possible, at the rate the work was progressing, to make the start in less time than he had at first thought feasible.
“Oh, by the way,” said Harry suddenly, “rather a funny thing happened while you were gone, Frank!”