“Randy Rover,” was the answer.
“Randy Rover!” repeated the man, and his manner showed his astonishment. “Are you all Rovers?”
“Yes.”
“Are you the sons of Mr. Thomas Rover of New York?”
“We are,” answered Andy.
“Humph! Did your father send you out here?”
“No. We came with him,” answered Randy, and then he continued quickly: “Who are you?”
“You don’t know that? I thought everybody knew me. I am Mr. Peter Garrish, and I am in charge here. You say you came with your father—where is he?”
“Here he comes now,” answered Randy, as Tom Rover strode toward the crowd.