Tako, the MysteriousTHE fellow towered head and shoulders over Don, and almost that over me. He stared down at us, his jaw dropping with surprise. My heart was pounding; to me there was no doubt about it now; this heavy-featured handsome, but evil face was the face of the apparition at whom Don had fired as it hung in the air over the Fort Beach path. But this was a man. His arm, as I clutched it, was muscularly solid beneath the sleeve of his flannel jacket.
“I say,” Don panted. “Just a minute.”
With a sweep of his arms the stranger angrily flung off our hold.
“What do you want?”
I saw, within twenty feet of us, a policeman standing in the street intersection.
“I beg your pardon,” Don stammered. We had had no time to plan anything. I put in:
“We thought you were a friend of ours. Th
