he's a travelling man now, and earning untold wealth. Guess he's on the way to the depot now, to find new victims to swindle where he isn't so well known as he is here. I say, who's in there, anyhow?"
As Bob spoke, Markham came climbing up the scantling out of the cistern. He was wet to the knees and looked troubled of face.
Frank noticed that he glanced anxiously in the direction of the street.
"Better go and get on dry clothes," suggested Frank.
"Oh, this job won't take us long to finish, now," answered Markham.
"Well, I've got some printing to deliver," said Bob. "Come over to the house after supper, fellows."
"All right," acquiesced Frank, but Markham said nothing. He acted subdued and worried until the cistern was finished. He stuck closely to the house after the work was done, and made some excuse for not going over to visit Bob and Darry after supper.
Frank was slightly disturbed at these actions—secretly he feared that a sight of the fellow Bob had called Dale Wacker had caused Markham to get out of sight. Frank wished he knew why.
