"If he ever does. There--he has!" spoke Van.
Ralph drew back from his point of observation, took a quick breath, and was palpably excited.
"I was right," he said, half to himself. "There's work here."
"Say," spoke Van, impatiently and curiously, "you're keeping me on nettles. What are you talking about, anyway?"
"That fellow yonder. Do you know who he is?"
"Of course I don't."
"I do--it's Ike Slump."
[CHAPTER XXXIII--IKE SLUMP'S RAFT]
"You don't say so!" exclaimed Van.
"Yes," declared Ralph--"the missing Ike Slump is found. I would know him anywhere, in any guise, and at any distance, and that is he yonder."