CHAPTER XXVI—AN UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER
“Are you sure you saw a man?” asked Grant skeptically.
“I know I did,” replied George with the utmost conviction.
“What did he look like?”
“He looked like a tramp; a rough looking sort of a fellow with a black beard and an old slouch hat.”
“Only one man?”
“That’s all I saw.”
“What shall we do?” demanded Fred blankly.
“We’ll go down and see what he wants,” said George in a matter of fact tone. “What else is there to do?”