CHAPTER XXVIII
MYSTERY
Ralph outran his competitor, then kept easy pace with him, and did not try to stop him. He recognized a certain obstinacy and impetuousness in Van that he felt he must deal with in a politic manner.
He noticed, too, that Van was not in normal physical trim. The roll down the embankment had wrenched one foot slightly, and when they came to the bend to discover no gig in sight, and a series of other bends ahead, Van halted, breathless and tired.
"Give it up!" he panted, sinking to a dead tree. "Oh, well! I can catch him up later. Twenty-miles tramp, though."
"You seem to know who the man in the linen duster is?" ventured Ralph.
"Oh, yes."
"Is it important that you should see him?"
"Well, I guess so!"
Van was close-mouthed after that. He lay back somewhat wearily on the log and closed his
