“Go on, Phil?” urged the other, eager to know what next his chum would say.
“I think I know who he must be, Ethan.”
“Good. Tell me then, Phil.”
“Now watch again when he pokes out and take notice of what sort of a thing he’s got on his head.”
“There he comes once more, and he certainly does act like a man who’s afraid. But what’s this I see? Makes me think of the chef in a hotel; for he’s wearing a white cap without a peak!”
“Well, that’s just what he is, the chef these railroad magnates have fetched up with them to give them the best of meals while in camp,” whispered Phil.
“But whatever can he be doing hiding that way, and acting as if he was in mortal fear of his life? If you’ve got an idea please tell me, Phil.”
[CHAPTER XIV—MR. JAMES BODMAN GIVES A DANCE]
“I’m as much in the dark as you can be, Ethan,” Phil told him.
“It’s mighty queer, I say; and I’d give something to know what it means,” muttered the other scout, who evidently had more than his allotted share of curiosity.