“Wise guy! You think I’m making it up!” Chips said indignantly. “It gave me a bad feeling, I tell you. I wish you could have seen the way he looked at me. It froze my blood.”
“Where was this monster?”
“Lurking back behind the bushes. As I started to fill the pail, I glanced up. He was staring at me with hatred in his eyes. Then he ducked back out of sight. I dropped the water bucket and ran.”
Dan was only half convinced that Chips was not trying to play another joke. However, he noticed that the boy was breathing hard and actually looked a trifle pale.
“You probably saw Mr. Jabowski,” he said with a shrug.
“Like fun I did! I’ve seen Jabowski at the Webster City Yacht Club. It was someone else.”
“A fisherman maybe who came to the island by boat.”
“We haven’t seen any boats around all day,” Chips contended.
“I’ll go back there with you,” Dan offered. “Come on.”
“You wouldn’t be so brave if you’d seen that leering face,” Chips said, following unwillingly.