He
could not understand what the other fellow's object might be. If it
were robbery, the fellow certainly would desire to get away as quickly
as possible, rather than remain when he knew that efforts were being
made to capture him. If not plunder, what could be his purpose?
With suddenly formed determination, Professor Zepplin strode out from
his hiding place, starting for the other side on a run.
The other man did the same, and the only result of the move was that
their positions were exchanged.
Once more the Professor decided to try strategy and see if he could
not come up behind his opponent.
At the same moment the visitor apparently decided to resort to the
same tactics. They went in opposite directions, however, to carry out
their purpose, and when each arrived at the place it was to find that
the other was opposite him again.
The Professor's bare feet were in a sad state by this time, his
pajamas were torn and his hands were worn tender from using them for
feet when running along on all fours. At the same time his temper was
wearing to a point of dangerous thinness. It was likely to break down
the slender barrier that held it at almost any time.
Suddenly he realized that the intruder had been silent for some
minutes, and the Professor decided that it was time he ceased thinking
over his own troubles and paid more attention to what the other man
was doing.
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