"There's some one else coming," said Molly. "I hear voices."
"Yes. A crowd of men! They must not see us," declared Tavia. "Oh, they are in uniform! They are after some one!"
"Me!" moaned Molly. "Oh, don't let them take me! I must stay with you. I can get help——"
They crouched down in the deep grass. The man out on the path was still there, beating a tree with his stick. He did not seem to notice the approaching crowd.
The strangers were up to him now.
"That's him!" the girls heard them say. "That's Morrison."
"Who are you?" demanded the queer man.
"Well, we are just friends," said a tall man with a gold-trimmed cap. "We have been looking for you. Won't you come over to the hotel and stay for the night?"
"Not much," replied Morrison. "I never go into hotels—I only go on the legitimate stage. I was never a cheap actor."
"Well, come along to the legitimate stage then," said the man kindly. "We will take good care of you."