"The bank of the woods," suggested Hardy, laughing.
"Yes."
Presently Mark returned, and conducted the lawyer back to the station. Without the boy's remarking it, his elderly companion drew him out, weighed him mentally in the balance, and decided that his client was not, after all, rash in confiding in a mere boy.
"He's smart and honest!" was his mental verdict.
At the station, he handed Mark a card containing the address of his office.
"Unless I am much mistaken," he said, "Mr. Taylor will have occasion to send you to my office in the city before long."
"I shall be very glad to come," answered Mark, gladly. "I don't often get a chance to come to New York."
The lawyer shook hands with Mark, and boarded the train.
Turning to leave the station, Mark encountered the gaze of his two hunting companions, James Collins and Tom Wyman, fixed curiously upon him.
"Who is that old file?" asked James, with his usual want of ceremony.