Thad had evidently been consulting his memory concerning something, for presently he again whispered in his chum's ear: "Then mebbe it might be Leon Disney, Hugh.

Seems to me that sneak would be just the one to try some mean trick like this.

And, besides, I happen to know he bought one of those little vestpocket lights down at Paul Kramer's store only three nights ago, because I saw him testing them and heard him say he'd take it." "Yes, that looks significant, I must say, Thad.

But I'm trying to make out what he's done with his head.

Don't you notice he's got it bundled up with a sort of woollen comforter or something like that ?" "Why, so he has," replied the other; "I tell you what, Hugh, he's hoping to hide his face, so if he's discovered prowling around in here no one can say positively that they recognized him.