" He was up all night--_looking!_"
"For Grand?"
"I didn't ask," leered the hunchback. Suddenly his eyes flew wide
open. He was staring past Jenison. "Say! Speaking of angels, look
behind you."
David turned. Not twenty feet away stood Colonel Grand, twirling a
light walking-stick and surveying the throng with disinterested eyes.
He had seen and ignored Ernie, but had failed to recognize the young
man whose back was toward him.
David experienced a sickening sense of disappointment. His heart sank
like lead. Grand's presence in the station could have but one meaning.
A great wave of revulsion swept through the Virginian. He forgot the
anticipated joy of the moment before in contemplation of this
significant proof of an understanding.
His lips were dry. He moistened them. Ernie, observing the movement,
concluded that he was muttering something to himself.
"Say it to his face, why don't you?" he recommended sarcastically.
Before David could interpose, the hunchback called out to Colonel
Grand. The latter turned quickly. For a moment he stared intently at
the face of the tall young man.
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