“Don’t turn your heads,” said Dennis quietly, “but glance down at the pier.”
“Yes,” said Garnesk in a moment, “he seems to be as interested in us as we are in him.”
Hilderman and his friend were standing on the end of the pier watching us through their field-glasses.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE RED-HAIRED MAN.
“I’ll send the glasses at once,” said Garnesk, as the train steamed out of the station. Dennis and I stood on the platform and watched him out of sight.
“He seems a good fellow,” said Dennis.
“Splendid!” I agreed readily. “He’s exceeding clever and wide-awake, and very charming. What we should have done without him heaven only knows. I fancy his visit saved the entire household from a nervous collapse.”