“Guess I was about right, except as to the cat,” he said. “They ain’t got any cat aboard; it’s a parrot. We might as well go along home.”
Before the little party had covered one-third of the distance, Dick Colton, profiting by Johnston’s momentary engagement of Professor Ravenden’s attention, moved over to Dolly.
“I don’t know what you will think of me,” he began in a low tone. “I never meant to. It was a moment’s overwhelming folly. Will you forgive me?”
Seemingly the girl paid no attention. Her gaze was fixed on a knoll which rose in front of them.
“Dolly,” implored the young man, “don’t think too harshly of me for a moment’s rashness.”
“Look!” said the girl. “Did you see that?”
“Where? What was it?”
“On that hill almost in front of us. What is a man doing there at this time?”
“The juggler!” exclaimed Dick.
“Yes, I think it was. There! See him moving just under the brow?”