"He said all that, did he?" Frank continued.
"Sho! ten times as much. That man has the gift of gab. He can wrap you right around his finger, I reckon," Larry went on.
"Told you so!" exclaimed Andy, nodding his head in affirmation.
"But seems he didn't wrap you around, very much," Frank laughingly said; "because you didn't take him back in again, did you?"
"He never asked me. P'raps I wouldn't a-done it if he had; but I don't know. He's sure got a way about him that's terribly convincing," Larry muttered.
"And he went off pleasantly, didn't he? I saw you shake hands with him," continued Frank.
"As smooth as oil. Why, I can feel his grip yet, it was that strong.
Thought my bones'd crack that time. Wonder who Mr. Marsh is, anyway,
Frank, do you know?"
"I do not," was the prompt reply Larry received; for if Frank happened to have any suspicion, he did not consider it his duty to confide the same to everybody who expressed the least curiosity.
When the biplane had been safely housed Frank dodged into the shop as though to convince himself that nothing had been taken. When the others followed they found him moving around. Finally he came to a stand near the door, and called out once more to Larry:
"Was he in this far when you discovered him?"