CHAPTER XXXIII.
A FRIEND FROM OREGON.
“Go over and speak to him,” suggested Chester.
“Come with me, then.”
The two boys crossed the street and intercepted the man from Portland. He was of medium height, with dark hair, and had a brisk, Western way with him.
“Don’t you remember me, Mr. Wilson?” said Edward.
“What! Edward Granger?” ejaculated the Oregonian. “Well, I am glad to see you. Didn’t know what had become of you. Are you living here?”
“Yes, sir. Let me introduce my friend, Chester Rand.”
“Glad to meet you, Mr. Rand,” said Wilson, heartily. “So you are a friend of Edward’s.”