'Lively girl!' Dave commented. I had told him the story of her agility with some empressement, but he did not seem to see my drift. 'You're sure it's the same who tried to claim the young woman's bag?'
'Quite sure—from your description.'
'Umph! Mine? And she's the one who met the lady at the gate, and left her when the man appeared?'
'The same.'
'Um-m! She tries to secure the young lady's bag; she meets her as though by appointment; and she meets our quarry, too. She seems to know them all. Query: Does she, by any chance, know—well, say you? Who is she? What is she?'
'Who she is I don't know, what she is I can tell you,' said I.
'Well?'
'She, as we have called her, is a man.'
I had nothing to add to this, and Dave was not willing to accept my statement, based as it was upon that leap at the bridge. 'No woman ever made that jump; I knew it. It showed practice, and that not of the sort that is taken by women.' This had been my argument, and after some discussion and difference of opinions Dave got back to the Camps.
He had met them wandering about the Peristyle, and gazing across the grand basin at the splendid MacMonnies Fountain.