The run to Muskegon was without special incident, and once in the town bordering the lake they found they had several hours to wait until a steamer would leave for Chicago.
"The wait will just suit me," said the miner. "I want to call on a man who deals in lumber and make an arrangement with him to handle some of my uncle's output."
The office building in which the wholesale lumber dealer did business was situated several blocks from the depot and thither the pair made their way.
As they entered the wide hallway Robert suddenly clutched Dick Marden by the arm.
"There he is at last!" he whispered.
"He? Who?"
"That rascal who robbed me—Jim Huskin!"
And our hero pointed to where Huskin stood, in conversation with an old gentleman in black.
"You are certain he is the man?" asked the miner.
"Yes; I would never forget that smooth face and those wicked eyes."