"I will tell her what you say, Mr. Buffington," said Mark gravely.
Of course he might have expressed doubt of the accuracy of his companion's statement, but he had accomplished his purpose, and did not care to humiliate Buffington farther.
"Good morning, young man," said Buffington with Christian forgetfulness of Mark's errand.
"Good morning, sir."
When Mark had left the car Buffington's face underwent a change. He looked absolutely ferocious.
"To think I should have been trapped and worsted by a kid!" he said to himself. "The boy is about as cool and resolute as any I ever saw. I hope I shall some day have a chance to get even with him."
Mark returned to his own car and paused at Miss Loring's seat.
"Is this your purse?" he asked, holding it up.
"Yes. Oh, where did you get it?"
"From the party who took it."