A natural cautiousness checked him, however, and he was glad of it a
minute later as he detected a rustling in the thick undergrowth back of
the tree.
A human figure seemed suddenly to drop to the ground, and a little
distance to the left of it Bart was sure he saw two sharp human eyes
fixed upon him.
He never let on that he suspected for a moment that he was not entirely
alone, but, walking over to a tree stump, where, spread out on a
newspaper, was the remains of a lunch, he acted delighted at the
discovery, picked up a hunk of bread in one hand, a piece of cheese in
the other, and, throwing himself on the green sward at full length,
proceeded to munch the eatables, with every semblance of satisfaction.
Bart's mind worked quickly. He felt that it was up to him to play a
part, and he prepared to do so.
He was morally certain that two persons in fancied hiding were watching
his every movement, and they must be Buck and Hank Tolliver.
Bart hoped they had never seen him before; he felt pretty certain that
they did not know him at all.
Bart sprang to his feet. He had thrown his cap back on his head in a
"sporty," off-handish way, and he tried hard to impersonate a reckless
young adventurer taking things as they came, and audacious enough to
pick up a handy meal anyhow or anywhere.
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