"What in blazes is this?" he gasped. "Is it a joke?"
"No joke," returned Frank, sternly. "It is a matter of business. Mr. Kirby, have you ever met Mr. Putnam before?"
"Naw!" cried the man. "Dis ain't der cove wot come ter me ter do der job. Dis is anodder feller."
"You are sure?" demanded Frank, with an expression of positive relief. "His name was on the card you gave me."
"I don't care if it was, dis ain't der feller wot give der card ter me, not by a great big lot."
"Well, I am glad of that!" cried Frank, and he grasped Putnam's hand. "It is a great relief."
"Didn't I tell you!" almost shouted Harry.
"Well, now, I want to know what all this is about," said Old Put, who was greatly puzzled. "I am all at sea."
Without hesitation Frank explained how a person had hired Plug Kirby to break his arm and what the result had been; how the person who made the bargain had given a card on which Putnam's name was engraved. Frank took the card from his pocket and Putnam said it was one of his regular visiting cards.
"Some fellow has been working on my name in order to hide his own identity!" cried Put, who was greatly angered. "Oh, I'd like to get hold of the skunk!"