"I can't help that, Andy. It was Werner just as sure as I am standing here. I just happened to glance out of the window and saw him crossing the roadway. He turned his face straight toward me, and I couldn't help but recognize him."
"Where did he go?"
"I'll point out the place when we get there."
By this time the four Rovers had left the boardwalk and were plowing along on the side of the road through mud that varied from an inch to six inches in depth. They had started to run, but were soon compelled to slow up.
"Gee, this is something fierce!" panted Andy.
"Oh, you cinder path!" chanted his twin. "Wouldn't you like to do a hundred-yard dash on this road?"
"It's not much farther," announced Jack. "I saw him heading for that shack yonder."
The place he mentioned was a small building erected of rough boards, with a galvanized roof. They neared the shack to find two men sitting before it on a log smoking their pipes. They appeared somewhat startled.
"Did a young fellow just pass this way?" questioned Jack quickly.
The two men looked at the Rovers curiously, and then one shook his head.