"Yes, I am Will Smith," the boy answered.
"How'd you guess it?" asked George. "Why didn't you ask me if I was the boss of the bunch? Don't I look dignified enough?"
"I have a description of Will Smith lying nicely tucked in at the back of my brain!" replied the boy. "Mr. Horton told me where I'd be apt to find him. It seems that I've found him all right, but in doing so, I've lost my chum! Haven't seen anything of a stray Boy Scout, have you?"
Will did not reply to the question immediately, yet he did not care to convey to the boy the news of what had occurred until after a clear understanding of the situation had been reached.
"What's your name?" asked George.
"Frank Disbrow, Fox Patrol, Chicago," was the reply.
"And your chum?" asked Will.
"Bert Calkins, Fox Patrol, Chicago."
"Do you mean to tell me that you have followed us boys from Chicago?" asked George. "You've had a long chase if you have done so!"
"No," answered Frank, "we were very much surprised, one day, to receive a wireless telegram from my father, who is connected in various business operations with Lawyer Horton. The wireless stated that father had work for us to do in Alaska, and the result of it all was that we received a long message in code from Mr. Horton."