e gets so far away chasing his
butterflies that he just carries what he calls a snack in his pocket.
Such a queer little man he is too, with his brown glasses on, and always
running this way and that with his little net in which he captures the
butterflies that come to the thistles on our old barren fields. Perhaps
he'll turn up while you're here. I'd like you to meet Professor
Whitesides, who is from a big college, he tells us, and spending his
vacation in the way he likes. Sometimes I think he's a little off up
here," and she touched her head as she said this, "and that perhaps he
got hurt worse than he thinks, the time he met with the accident that
crippled his arm."

Somehow Andy looked up when he heard about that broken arm to find his
cousin giving him the wink, while his eyebrows were elevated in a
suggestive way, just as much as to say:

"Now, here's something mighty interesting already that would pay us to
look into; because we know of another fellow who is troubled with a
crippled arm and his name happens to be Casper Blue!"

CHAPTER XIII

THE BUTTERFLY COLLECTOR

The dinner passed off without the odd little professor showing up,
although Sallie said it was nothing unusual for him, and that he was
liable to appear at any time, carrying his little white hand-net, and a
small handbag in which he claimed to keep the trophies of the chase that
had been run down during his last campaign.

Frank wanted to get a chance to confer with his chum, and as soon as he
could conveniently withdraw from the table, giving Andy a nod, he went
out on the porch where he could look down the lane that led to the poor
road, which in turn, after many trials and tribulations merged into the
main pike.

Andy joined him there a minute later, with a question in his eye.

"Professor Whitesides!" was what Frank remarked.

"And a butterfly collector at that!" Andy went on to say, with cutting
sarcasm.

"That sounds pretty rich, to me," his cousin continued. "I wonder, now,
could it be possible that the other man we've heard of lately, Casper
Blue, is playing a smart trick on these honest people, who would never
dream that he could be anything else than he claimed."

"It would give him a splendid chance to wander around just whenever and
wherever he wanted to go, and nobody to ask questions. Then, when he got
hungry, why, he could drop in at the farm. Perhaps he don't like camping
out as well as the other fellow; perhaps