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Once as he passed a street light, the two Explorers caught a fleeting glimpse of his face. They gained an impression of an individual with a large, flat nose and square jaw.

“Ever see him before?” Jack whispered.

“Only in that car,” Ken replied. “He’s a tough looking egg. He might give us a rough time if he catches us trailing him.”

To be on the safe side, the two fell farther back. It was well that they took the precaution, for unexpectedly, the man paused and glanced back into the darkness.

Ken and Jack froze. They remained motionless, and after a moment, the stranger went on again.

“Wow! That was a close call,” Jack muttered. “We’ll have to be more careful than ever now.”

“Where’s this bird going anyhow?” Ken demanded.

His interest had heightened, for the one they followed, had left the winding cemetery road. Walking fast, he cut through the trees, avoiding the area where tombstones had been erected.

“Evidently, he doesn’t come here to visit any of the graves,” Jack observed.

To avoid losing sight of the stranger, the Explorers quickened their own pace. Suddenly, Ken placed a restraining hand on Jack’s arm. They both halted.