Andy looked up from his work, and saw standing at a little distance a man, apparently about thirty years of age.
He started in amazement, for he had no difficulty in recognizing the younger of the two highwaymen who had so nearly robbed him of the money intrusted to him by the Misses Peabody. There are cases of remarkable resemblance, but Andy was a close observer, and he was satisfied this was not such a case, but that the companion of Mike Hogan stood before him.
Owing to his surprise, he delayed answering the question.
“Well, boy, what are you gaping at?” demanded the young man, impatiently. “Did you hear my question?”
“Excuse me, sir! Yes, Mr. Brackett does live here.”
“Is Mrs. Brackett at home?” continued the newcomer.
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, pilot me in, then,” said the other, carelessly. “Are you Brackett’s hired boy?”
“Yes, sir.”