He was shown a tall, handsome man, between fifty and sixty years of age, who is well-known to every tourist on the Pacific Slope.
"Well, Mr. Foss," said Jack, after the introduction was effected, "to what am I indebted for the honor of this visit?"
"I heard you had arrived," replied Foss, "and that you intended to visit the Geysers. I own the road over the mountains, and I reckoned I'd drive you myself."
"Much obliged, I'm sure."
"You're welcome."
"Have you any message for me?" inquired Jack.
"You're Harkaway, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"Then I was told to tell you that you would meet the man you are in search of in the hills."
"Is that all?"