"Oh, it's all very well for you, Doro. You can have and do as you please; but poor me! I must be content—"
"Tavia, I am sure I heard someone coming!" exclaimed Dorothy.
"Quite likely. This is a common road, you know. We have no fence around it."
"But suppose it should be some rough person—"
"If we don't like his looks when he comes up we can run," said Tavia, coolly.
"And leave the car?"
"Can't take it with us, surely."
For a few moments neither girl spoke. Dorothy had never gotten over the frights she had received when the man Anderson followed her for the purpose of getting information about the Burlock matter, and every trifling thing alarmed her now.
"It's a man," said Tavia, as the form of a heavily-built fellow could now be discerned on the path.
"Oh, and he has that same kind of hat on," sighed Dorothy, referring to the hat previously worn by Anderson.