They had dropped their voices instinctively, and had moved away from the tent.
“He’s certainly not the ordinary swaggie,” Norah said slowly.
“Not by a good bit,” Wally agreed. “Why, he can talk like our English master at school! Perhaps he’s hiding.”
“Might be,” Harry said. “You never can tell—he’s certainly keen enough on getting away from people.”
“He’s chosen a good place, then.”
“Couldn’t be better. I wonder if there’s anything in it—if he really has done anything and doesn’t want to be found?”
“I never heard such bosh!” said Norah indignantly. “One would think he really looked wicked, instead of being such a kind old chap. D’you think he’s gone and committed a murder, or robbed a bank, or something like that? I wonder you’re not afraid to be in his camp!”
The boys stared in amazement.
“Whew-w-w!” whistled Wally.
Harry flushed a little.