"I'm not
used to staying up late. Is everything all right?"
"Oh, yes, indeed--very nice," replied the manager. "I'm going to
start in planning to-morrow."
Sandy arose to go in, and, as he did so he peered out toward the
road. The moon had risen and it was quite light. Mr. Pertell saw a
dark figure slouching along the highway.
"That you, 'Bige?" called Sandy, evidently thinking he saw some
neighbor. But the man in the road did not answer. Instead he broke
into a run, as though frightened.
"That's queer!" exclaimed Sandy. "I'm going to see who that is."
"I'm with you!" declared the manager, and they hurried down the
gravel path.
CHAPTER VI
THE BUTTING BULL
Speeding to the front gate the theatrical man and the young farmer
darted down the moonlit road. It was a straight highway, and the
white dust added to the effect of the moon, that was now well over
the trees.
But, to the surprise of the two men, no figure was in sight. As they
reached the highway it was deserted, though it had been but a few
seconds since Sandy had seen and called to the man in the road.
"He--he's gone!" gasped Sandy.
"So he is. Must have slipped to one side," agreed the manager. "Do
you want to get him? Who was he?"
"That's jest what I don't know. First I thought he was 'Bige Tapper,
who lives down th' road a piece.
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