“You’ve got what?” Brad demanded.
“I know where we saw that fellow!”
“We?”
“Sure! Don’t you recall that night of the rain storm—on our way to the church?”
“The stranger who asked us what was going on there!”
“That’s the guy!”
Brad glanced quickly toward the window. The man however, had stepped back beyond view.
“He reminds me a little of that fellow, Dan,” the Den Chief said thoughtfully. “All the same, I wouldn’t say it’s the same person.”
“Well, they look alike,” Dan insisted. “I didn’t care much for the fellow’s appearance when we met him in the rain.”
“Coming boys?” called Mr. Hatfield.