Randy was soon in the yard and gazing around eagerly. As he did so he saw a thin and pale girl of about ten standing near. Soon she came up to him timidly.
"Did you see a man run in here?" said Randy.
"Yes," she answered, but in a hesitating voice.
"Where did he go?"
"I don't dare tell you," whispered the girl.
"Why not?"
"That is Bill Hosker."
"And who is Bill Hosker?"
"Don't you know him?" And the little girl's eyes opened in astonishment.
"No, I don't."