sight around a bend in the road. The man was not very well dressed.

"I don't like his looks," said Jack in a low voice. "He seems like
a tramp."

"I don't blame you for not liking his looks," interrupted Walter.
"That's Lem Gildy."

"The man we saw talking to Sid when he ran his auto into the
blacksmith shop?" asked Cora.

Walter nodded.

"Humph!" mused Jack. "I don't exactly fancy telling Lem Gildy about
a pocketbook containing twenty thousand dollars lying alongside the
road. He might not admit that he saw it if he happened to spy it
while with me, and later on he might come back and pick it up."

"Well, don't tell him what you're looking for," suggested Cora with
ready wit. "Just say it's--er--a--er--"

"Say it's a lady's pocketbook," put in Walter, "and then he'll know
it's got everything in it but money. That's playing a safety with a
vengeance."

"Oh, so that's your opinion of us, is it?" asked Cora quickly. "But,
after all, Jack, I think it's the best plan to ask him to ride back
with you, and have him watch one side of the road. Of course, he's
rather dirty--I mean his clothes--and it's not nice to sit alongside
of him, but--"