“Daddy! Daddy!” they hear Gran saying.
“I’m going out somewhere and have another dream!” Alex said. “I’m afraid I’ll never wake up out of this one. That is the man who stole our boat and the man who cut our anchor chain!”
“Not exactly!” said Miller. “I’m going to tell you about that, after I return something I have of yours.”
He reached into a pocket and brought forth a packet of films and developed pictures. The pictures showed campfire scenes, and back of the faces before the blaze was the face of a tall man, looking out in wonder.
“Where did you get them developed?” asked Alex. “Where did you get them, anyway? We always thought Gran took them.”
“I did,” admitted the boy, with a smile, “and gave them to Daddy, and he had them developed at Donald and sent copies to the police at Chicago. See that face back of the others? That’s Daddy.”
“Then he’s one of the train robbers!” declared Case.
“But he was with them, and the officers have his description, as well as that of Gran,” Alex insisted when the officer shook his head.
“Yes, he was with them,” the Sergeant said, “and so was Gran, up to that night. They did not know what the three men were there for, and when they discovered that they were there to rob a train they left them, the boy making friends with you boys and going on the Rambler, and the father getting on the train and being chased off.”
“But why didn’t they both come to us and tell us?” asked Clay. “We would have taken them both in.”