Amos chancing to turn his gaze toward Elmer saw the other make a quick little movement with his head. It said “come here” as plainly as words could have done, an invitation Amos hastened to accept.
At the same time somehow or other he displayed considerable caution concerning his movements, though unaware just why he should do so. A minute afterwards and he dropped down alongside the other chum, who was so far as appearances went only interested in brushing off the lower extremities of his wrinkled trousers.
“What do you think of him, Elmer; a queer sort of a chap, that doctor is, it strikes me?” remarked Amos, in what he meant to be a low voice.
“Be careful how you speak, Amos,” came in guarded tones. “I’ve been sizing him up and I don’t like his looks. In fact, I think he is no other than Felix Gould himself!”
“Oh! my stars! the escaped actor lunatic!” whispered Amos, plainly aghast at hearing this startling announcement.
CHAPTER XVIII
ELMER HAS A PLAN
For a full minute nothing further passed between the two chums. Amos was slyly observing the newcomer, who continued to talk most eloquently, rattling along on some subject or other, and holding Wee Willie spellbound.
“Elmer!” finally whispered Amos.
“Yes,” came from the other, though Elmer did not desist from his occupation of making his trousers legs look more presentable, just as if it mattered in the slightest degree how creased or muddy they might be, off in the woods as they were, where no critical eye could ever detect the faults.
“I—guess—you’re right about that!” wheezed Amos.