CHAPTER VI
THE BUTTING BULL
Speeding to the front gate the theatrical man and the young farmer darted down the moonlit road. It was a straight highway, and the white dust added to the effect of the moon, that was now well over the trees.
But, to the surprise of the two men, no figure was in sight. As they reached the highway it was deserted, though it had been but a few seconds since Sandy had seen and called to the man in the road.
"He—he's gone!" gasped Sandy.
"So he is. Must have slipped to one side," agreed the manager. "Do you want to get him? Who was he?"
"That's jest what I don't know. First I thought he was 'Bige Tapper, who lives down th' road a piece. But 'Bige would have answered."
"But this fellow didn't, so he couldn't have been your friend," spoke Mr. Pertell. "And
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