“Did you notice him talking with any one in the car?” asked Jimmie.
“Indeed he was quite intimate with one of the travelers,” the Englishman replied. “They went to the smoking room together and played cards frequently. They were quite chummy, don’t you know.”
“Would you know this second man if you saw him again?”
“Why, of course,” answered the Englishman. “This second man, Neil Howell, is the gentleman who formed the hunting party I joined at San Francisco. He was quite anxious for me to go with him, don’t you know.”
“When did you leave your party?” asked Ben.
“Early yesterday morning,” was the reply. “I wandered about in the mountains until I came to the camp-fire where I was found.”
“Could you make your way to your camp now?” asked Jimmie.
The Englishman shook his head.
“It is in some of the wrinkles of the mountains,” he said, “but I couldn’t even make up my mind which way to set out if I started to find it.”
“Your sense of direction must be deficient!” suggested Carl.