"Or run across somebody," added Jack with a grin.
"No, Jack, I'm serious. Don't joke. Even a stranger would do. Some man—"
"Here comes a man now!" exclaimed Walter as an individual came in sight around a bend in the road. The man was not very well dressed.
"I don't like his looks," said Jack in a low voice. "He seems like a tramp."
"I don't blame you for not liking his looks," interrupted Walter.
"That's Lem Gildy."
"The man we saw talking to Sid when he ran his auto into the blacksmith shop?" asked Cora.
Walter nodded.
"Humph!" mused Jack. "I don't exactly fancy telling Lem Gildy about a pocketbook containing twenty thousand dollars lying alongside the road. He might not admit that he saw it if he happened to spy it while with me, and later on he might come back and pick it up."
"Well, don't tell him what you're looking for," suggested Cora with ready wit. "Just say it's—er—a—er—"
"Say it's a lady's pocketbook," put in Walter, "and then he'll know it's got everything in it but money. That's playing a safety with a vengeance."