Even when this third person did present a better view, Dick pondered over his identity. There was something vaguely familiar about him. Where had he seen him? A repulsive looking man, heavily bearded with deep-set, staring eyes. His flannel shirt, open at the neck, revealed a hairy, bear-like chest. The man was huge and muscular. One more look, then Dick sat down, gasping. A slow flush mounted his cheeks. He knew now. It was the wild man!
CHAPTER X.
TOMA’S DARING PLAN.
“Can’t be!” gasped Sandy.
“I tell you it is! The wild man. With McCallum and Brennan.”
The young Scotchman sank down to a sitting position, staring across at Dick. Just then he had no words to voice his astonishment. But not so Toma.
“What’s that you tell ’em Sandy an’ me? This fellow look like crazy man now wear clothes? Sit there an’ talk McCallum an’ Brennan like he got some sense after all?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
“No believe.”
“Slip over there then and see for yourself. It’s true, Toma. He looks different now, but it’s the same person undoubtedly.”
The young Indian still shook his head in unbelief as he crawled forward to the place Dick had recently vacated. For several minutes he crouched there, his eyes on the three men, then cautiously returned.