“What is your name?” asked the professor.
“Jackson Bell,” was the reply. “I am an old gold miner.”
“Jackson Bell,” repeated Jerry, wondering if he had heard aright.
“Jackson Bell,” repeated the professor. “Where have I heard that name before?”
“Why you must be Tommy Bell’s father,” exclaimed Ned.
“What’s that!” fairly shouted the hermit. “Do you know Tommy Bell? Have you seen my dear son? Tell me quickly! Do not keep a poor old man in suspense,” and he seemed greatly agitated.
“I thought I had seen some relative of his somewhere,” said the professor.