"But it was n't a man.

It--it was a boy, just about fifteen years old." "Sure ?" "Oh, yes--" Fairchild was swimming in deep water now.

"I got a good look at him.

He--he took that road off to the left." It was the opposite one to which the hurrying fugitive in whipcord had taken.

There was doubt in the interrogator's eyes.
"Sure of that ?" he queried.