CHAPTER XVTELLS HOW AMAZEMENT FILLED THE MIND OF MR. SCANLON
THERE was something in the manner of Kretz as he approached that drew Bat Scanlon’s attention.
“I should say that he was somewhat peevish,” said the big man to Ashton-Kirk. “But why I can’t say.”
Indeed, the face of the German was grimmer than ever; his small grey eyes looked from under their thick, overhanging brows in a way that showed open hostility.
“Hello!” said Scanlon. “Having a little exercise?”
But the man ignored this.
“Who is this?” asked he, and his angry eyes were fixed upon Ashton-Kirk.
“A friend of mine,” replied Bat. “He’s stopping over at the inn. Only had the pleasure of meeting him this morning, but I will say for him that he has one of the most picturesque livers in captivity.”
The German only looked g
