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“He never did! I should have seen him. Where was he?”

“In the house—upstairs—he fought me” Glenn suddenly awoke to the fact that he was too unconventionally clad to appear on a front stoop, and made for the house door again.

“Chase him, Briggs,” he urged.

“Aw, chase yourself,” Briggs returned. “’Twas a nightmare you had. Go back to bed.”

“No, it was no nightmare,” Glenn returned, “but I know what did happen. He fooled me! He slammed this door open—and then ran back through the hall and out that way. We’ve lost him!”

“You poor fish!”said Briggs.