Part 46 (1/2)
The man had been anxious to put his plot against Leo into operation at once, but Providence willed otherwise. Griswold was taken down with rheumatism and for several months could scarcely walk.
But now he was better, and one day started west to earn the money the squire of Hopsville had promised him.
As has been related, Delbier, the expert swimmer, and Leo had become warm friends. One morning the performer called Leo aside.
”Say, Leo, have you any enemies besides that Porler?” he asked.
”I don't know but what I have,” laughed the young gymnast.
”Don't laugh; I am serious.”
”Why, what's up?”
”For the past two days I have noticed an ugly-looking man hanging around, watching you,” went on Delbier earnestly.
”Watching me?”
”Yes, and if I'm not mistaken, he follows you wherever you go.”
”What kind of a looking man?”
As well as he could, Delbier described the individual. But Leo was not thinking of Hank Griswold-indeed, he hardly knew the man-and he shook his head.
”You must imagine it, Delbier.”
”I guess not. Better be on your guard.”
”All right,” and Leo laughed.
When in the country Leo had grown tired of the quietness, but now when every day brought fresh bustle and confusion he was glad enough to escape the crowd and go for a quiet walk.
His course took him along a country road which presently followed the bank of a mountain stream.
It was a clear stream and full of fish, and Leo much regretted not having brought along a line and hook.
He wandered on and on until the town was left a good two miles behind.
Then he sat down on a rock overlooking the stream to rest.
As he did so he fancied he saw somebody following him.
The individual drew behind some bushes.
Leo at once thought of what Delbier had said.
He resolved to be on his guard, and so kept his eyes open.
But nearly half an hour went by, and as no one appeared Leo began to think he was mistaken.
A little later the boy started across an open field not far from the brook.