The door was opened cautiously, and the next moment Bob was nearly dumfounded to find himself confronted by Mike Grogan.
CHAPTER XXI
BOB TAKES A RISK
If the young photographer was astonished, so was the Irishman.
“Phat, you?” he gasped.
“Mike Grogan!” ejaculated Bob.
He darted a swift glance around the interior of the room, and was even more taken back than before by beholding Casco and Barker seated at the table, a bottle between them.
“It’s that Alden boy,” cried Casco.
“Alden!” exclaimed Barker, jumping up. “How did he find out we were here?”
“I don’t know.”
“Is he alone?”