And so, watching his chance, Hugh
managed to shoot a glance toward the opening without betraying the
fact that he was particularly interested in that quarter.
As he did so, he was just in time to see a face vanish from view.
In fact, he barely caught a fleeting glimpse of it, and yet Hugh felt
perfectly sure that he had not alarmed the watcher in any way.
The cause of the unknown party's sudden withdrawal was speedily made
plain. Bud seemed to be gasping, and immediately whispered hoarsely:
"Great guns! did you see that, fellows? As sure as my name's Bud
Morgan there was a man peeking in at the window there! Honest Injun,
there was!"
Undoubtedly the unknown visitor must have discovered Bud staring
straight at him, and thought it high time to disappear.
"Yes, we both saw him, Bud," said Hugh, rather disappointed that, after
all, the fellow had been chased away before they could find out his
identity or what he wanted, prowling around in such a suspicious way.
"Who in the dickens was it?" exclaimed Bud, evidently growing angry
now that his astonishment had worn away. "The nerve of him, poking
his nose in where it isn't wanted! Why don't we get a move on and
chase after him? Ralph, remember that you've got your scatter-gun
handy.
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