“It’s going to be a corker of a storm,” announced Chet, as he gazed out.
“I can’t see a thing anywhere,” was Andy’s answer. “Wonder how long it will last.”
“Several hours, maybe.”
“I don’t see how we are going to get a doctor to come here while it is like this.”
“Better not try to find one. If you go out, you may lose your way.”
They replenished the fire, and cut a good stock of wood, and then sat down to watch the man. In one of his pockets they found a card-case.
“His name is Barwell Dawson,” announced Andy, “and he comes from Brooklyn.”
“What business is he in?”
“It doesn’t say.”
That the stranger was rich was quite evident. He wore a fine gold watch and chain, and an elegant diamond ring. In one pocket he had a wallet filled with bills of large denomination.