"
"I'd like to know why you think so?" from Jack. "He did not show very
good breeding."
"But there is a certain something about his face that makes me believe
he comes from a high-grade family. I think he has become lowered by
associating with bad companions."
"Well, I don't care who or what he is," declared Jack; "if he gets fresh
around me again, I'll crack him one for luck. I can't stand him for a
cent!"
"Better turn him over to me," murmured Bruce, dozily. "I'll sit on him."
"And he'll think he's under an elephant," laughed Merry. "Bruce cooked
M. Montfort, and I reckon he'd have less trouble to cook Mr. Bloodgood."
At this moment there was a hesitating, uncertain knock on the door.
"Another visitor, I wonder?" muttered Frank.
CHAPTER V.
THE SUPERSTITIOUS MAN.
A little man hesitated outside the door when it was opened. He had a
sad, uncertain, mournful drab face, puckered into a peculiar expression
about the mouth. He was dressed in black, but his clothes were not a
very good fit or in the latest style. He fingered his hat nervously. His
voice was faltering when he spoke.
"I--I beg your pardon, gentlemen. I--I hope I am not--intruding?"
He had not crossed the threshold. He seemed in doubt about the
advisability of venturing in.
There was something amusing in the appearance of the little man.
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