“How was that?” asked Nat. “And say! what did the fellow want who came so far for a drink?” and he grinned. “What’s his name?”
“Mr. Philo Marsh,” said Dorothy, gravely. “And a very shrewd, if not an out-and-out bad man.”
“Hul-lo!” exclaimed Ned. “What’s happened? Let’s hear about it.”
“You should have stayed and seen the visitor,” said Dorothy.
“He’s a two-faced scamp!” declared Tavia, with emphasis.
“Right out of Barnum & Bailey’s—eh?” asked Nat. “One of the greatest freaks of the age. Two faces, no less!”
But Ned saw that something serious had happened. “What is it, Dorothy?” he asked.
“I wish you had remained and seen that Philo Marsh,” said Dorothy Dale. “I—I think he is a bad man. I do not trust him at all.”
“And good reason!” broke in Tavia, forgetting that she had first exclaimed over the romantic appearance of the man with the silky black mustache and the yellow diamond.
Then, eagerly, she went on to tell the boys of what had happened to her and Dorothy on the road that morning.