Then he laughed heartily, and shook hands with the lad.
“Patsy,” he said, “I think I shall have to engage you to teach makeup to my young people. Yours is a triumph of art.”
Directing the boy in attendance to make the two comfortable, he went out.
Shortly after, a bell sounded in the room.
“The act is over,” said Chick; “now for Mountain.”
They did not wait long, for the door soon opened and Mr. Mountain, in evening attire, entered.
He looked at the two with the air of one who had expected to find acquaintances and had met strangers.
“Mr. Mountain,” said Chick, “we are two of Nick Carter’s men.”
“The woods are full of them, then,” said Mr. Mountain, seriously, “for this is the second time I have been accosted by them.”
“Do you mean,” asked Chick, “that the one who spoke to you after the first act said he was one of Nick Carter’s men?”