“What do you think of it?” he asked.
“Great Scott!” said Joe, raising a hand to his troubled forehead. “I don’t know yet. Give me a chance to think!”
[CHAPTER IX]
THE TELLTALE PHOTOGRAPH
“Clara’s sure the fellow was really McCarney, is she?” Joe asked, as they hurried across the field toward the grandstand. “She may have made a mistake in that. A great many fellows look like McCarney, you know. He isn’t an unusual type.”
“Ask her and see,” returned Jim. “She can answer for herself.”
Clara seemed quite willing to answer for herself. In reply to Joe’s sober questions she told him just what she had already told the others. When she came to the part about the tall, thin man who was with McCarney, Joe and Jim exchanged significant glances.
Mabel caught the interchange and put a beseeching hand on Joe’s arm.
“Joe,” she said, “if you are going to be in danger again——” but Joe interrupted with his flashing smile.