“Anybody around here?” came a voice.
“Yes, I’m here,” cried Joe eagerly, for he knew by the voice that it was neither of the men who had treated him so roughly.
“Where the dickens are you?” came the natural inquiry.
“Here in the closet.”
“Well, what in Sam Hill!——”
The figure came forward and Joe almost dropped with surprise right there and then. He had good reason.
The newcomer was Hank Harley, old Israel’s nephew. It certainly was an afternoon of surprises for Joe.
CHAPTER XIX.
AND ALSO GETS A SURPRISE.
“Let me out of here,” cried Joe, rattling the door.