"Yes. Please wait and hear the rest of the story," ordered Miss
Elting, who was deeply interested, but apparently undisturbed. "What
sort of looking man was he, Hazel?"
"He wore a long, black beard, and--"
"You are positive of this?" interrupted Miss Elting.
"Yes. I saw him plainly. That is, I saw his head and shoulders. The
rest of his body was hidden behind the bushes. I was going to cry out,
but I knew you couldn't hear me. There was too much noise down there,
so I just stood still."
"Did he speak to you?" asked Janus.
"No. I spoke to him. I asked him what he wanted. He did not reply.
Instead, he dodged behind the bushes and ran. I could see, from the
movement of the bushes to the right there, that he was getting away
very rapidly."
"Did the man wear green goggles?" asked the guide.
"No, sir. He wore no glasses."
"Of course not. We've got the green goggles," broke in Jane. "But the
whiskers! Our enemy wore whiskers, didn't he?"
"What do you make of this, Mr. Grubb?" questioned Miss Elting, eyeing
Janus sharply.
"Can't make anything of it. Might be most anybody.
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