look never leaving his face, even when he smiled.
"Oh, yes, we remember you," replied Betty, coolly. She now had control of her nerves.
"Don't talk to him too much," advised Allen, in a low voice. "You never can tell who these fellows are, nor what their game is."
"Oh, he's harmless," replied Betty, in a return whisper. "We met him on the road one day, and supplied a bolt that he had lost from his wagon."
"All the same," insisted Will, "he might"
He was interrupted by Mollie, who asked:
"Where is your wagon?"
"I left it in a secure place," replied the hair tonic man.
"What were you doing up there?" asked Allen, nodding in the direction whence the man had taken his tumble.
"That was an accident," replied Mr. Bennington, who continued to dust his clothes, which seemed to have accumulated considerable of the dirt of the road. "I was up on the hillside gathering the herbs I use in my tonic, when my foot slipped. I heard the auto coming, and I was afraid I might roll under it. That is why I yelled."
"Oh," said Mollie, faintly. "Well, you got on our nerves, Mr. Bennington."
