"I don't care what he is," said O'Hara, "I'm sure I've seen him before."
"Just what I am sure of," added Dick. "The very second I laid my eyes on him, his face seemed familiar. But it must have been several years ago."
"It's queer I can't remember," repeated O'Hara, as if talking with himself.
"I remember having seen him, too, I'll be hanged if I don't," added George Dernor, with a dogged decision.
O'Hara made a leap fully six feet from the ground, and uttered a half-whistle, indicative of some great discovery.
"What's up? what's the matter?" asked Dick, considerably surprised.
"Just one of you break my head, will you, for I'm the greatest fool that ever lived. I remember now who that man is."
"Who?"
O'Hara repeated a name that fairly took the breath away from the others. They had let one of the most inhuman villains of the day escape, and one for whose life either of the Riflemen would have undergone any sacrifice. The mention of his name, too, revealed to them the reason why he had been unharmed by their shots.
"We fired at his breast every time," said O'Hara. "If we had only fired at some other part of his body, he would have been riddled. What a precious set of fools we are!"