25/30 Farther in the background, narrow eyes watching him closely, was Squint Rodaine. And still farther-- Fairchild gasped as he noticed the figure plodding down the mountain side. He put out a hand, then, seizing the nervous Herbenfelder by the shoulder, whirled him around. "Look there! Did n't I tell you! Did n't I have a hunch ?" For, coming toward them jauntily, slowly, was a figure in beaming blue, a Fedora on his head now, but with the rest of his wardrobe intact, yellow, bump-toed shoes and all. |