"Fogg!" cried Sam, in astonishment. "Do you mean Belright Fogg?"
"That's the man—the fellow who used to do the legal work for the railroad here."
"Was this Bissette sure it was Fogg?"
"No, he wasn't sure, because he didn't pay very much attention. But he said if it wasn't this Fogg, it was some one who looked very much like him," answered Andy Royce.
This was all he could tell Sam of importance, and the Rover boy went off, to rejoin his chum in a very thoughtful mood.
"That's rather a queer state of affairs," was Spud's comment, when told of the matter. "If Fogg met this Blackie Crowden, what do you suppose it was for?"
"I haven't the least idea, Spud."
"Do you think he was mixed up in this robbery?"
"No, I can't say that. The assault was committed by one man, and so far they haven't been able to find any accomplices."
When Sam returned to Brill he at once sought out Songbird and told him of what he had heard. The would-be poet of Brill was even more surprised than Spud had been.