The stranger nodded, and his eyes, which seemed to be always laughing, smiled pleasantly.

But he was deeply tanned, and, from the waist up, held himself like a soldier, so, at once, Jimmie mistrusted him.

Early the next morning Jimmie met him again.

It had not been raining, but the clothes of the young man were damp.

Jimmie guessed that while the dew was still on the leaves the young man had been forcing his way through underbrush.