“Wait a minute, please,” he said to the planter. “Don’t pay any money to this man.”
“What do you mean?” began Gabe Flecker, and then, as he recognized our hero, he stared as if he saw a ghost.
“What’s the trouble?” came from Gasper Lee.
“This man is not a real-estate agent. He is a swindler.”
“A swindler!” cried the planter, and put his hand to his hip pocket, as if to draw a pistol.
“Don’t shoot!” cried Gabe Flecker, in alarm. “It—it’s a mistake. I—er—I don’t know this boy.”
“This man is Gabe Flecker, and he is wanted by more than one person for swindling,” continued Frank, calmly. “You had better have nothing to do with him.”
“Doesn’t he hail from Charleston?”
“Not at all. The last I heard of him he escaped from the police of Goshen, New York.”
“Is it possible!” The planter put his money away.