“Now you keep quiet, young feller,” said Mike. “Don’t complain to us. You don’t suppose we’re goin’ to git ourselves in a scrape, do yer?”
“What’s this?” demanded a voice.
“An escaped Sing Sing man, sir,” said Mike.
“A what?—dear me!” said the voice.
Allan and McConnell had started at the first sound of the voice. When they saw its owner, their suspicions were confirmed. It was Mr. Prenwood.
“Dear me! a convict!” continued Mr. Prenwood. “Why, it’s not a man at all; it’s only a boy—”
“Mr. Prenwood!” cried Allan, “don’t you know us?”
“Know you?” stammered Mr. Prenwood, stepping closer.
“Don’t you remember—Coney Island?” interposed McConnell.
“Why—upon my soul—yes, you—you are the kodak boys!”