“Yes, you’re probably up against it,” agreed Glennon. “I think your fog pirate’s escaped you.”
“Well, anyway, I’m going to have a good look at the face of every one in here.”
The inspection in the cafe was soon finished, and then the boys passed into the smoker. There were eight men in this room, and one of them was an acquaintance of the boys, Mr. Gunseyt.
The younger “fog pirate” hunter was a little startled at coming so unexpectedly upon this man under the circumstances, but after the first thrill of surprise, he dismissed as ridiculous the vague suspicion that came to him. Why shouldn’t the “wireless passenger” be here as well as anywhere else? He was ubiquitous, as well as “all-wise” and “acquainted with everybody.”
“Hello, boys,” he called as the two entered the smoker. “Where you going? You look as if you’re looking for somebody.”
“We are,” answered Guy, approaching the man and speaking in tones intended only for Gunseyt.
“Who is it?—another burglar?”
“Not exactly. It’s the fog pirate this time.”
“You don’t say! He hasn’t been performing any more deeds of the mist, has he?”
“If you mean Mr. Watson, no. He surely isn’t the man this time. I recognized his voice.”