CHAPTER V.
A WILD CHASE.
“That’s odd,” remarked Jack, as the two men vanished.
“What’s odd?”
“Why, if ever I saw a man badly worried, it was Mr. Dancer. What do you suppose is the matter?”
“No idea. He’s in debt, perhaps.”
“No, that man didn’t look like a bill collector.”
“I didn’t like his looks much, anyway. Wonder who he can be?”
“Well, there’s his name on a name plate on that motorcycle,—Adam Duke.”
“That’s the name that Mr. Dancer used when he came up. By the way, what do you think of Mr. Dancer, Jack?”
“A fine type of man. He is rather dreamy and impracticable, as only too many inventors are apt to be.”