have connected the presence of that man here with the robbery of his father the other night? Is that it?"
"I reckon that was what flashed into Joe's mind," remarked Jack; "he thought this man was at the other side of the world, he said, did he? Well, the very fact that he had turned up here at such a time looks mighty suspicious. Paul, what if we happened to run across him while we were in camp here; wouldn't it be a great thing if we found that old tin box for Mr. Clausin?"
"I was thinking about something. Did you happen to get a good look at the face of that man as he drove past?" asked the scout leader, gravely.
"Well, no, I didn't, to tell the truth. I happened to be doing something just then, and when I looked up I only saw his back. But what of it?" asked Jack, knowing that his comrade would not speak in this way without a motive.
"I did, and it's been bothering me ever since," came the reply.
"How was that? Did you know him?" demanded Jack.
"I seemed to see something familiar about him, and yet I couldn't just get hold of it. And Jack, just while we were talking it over, and I was telling you about what Joe said to me in his con
fusion, it flashed over me who he made me think of."
"Who was that?" demanded his chum.
"Joe!" answered Paul, quietly.