A BOY STEPPED FORWARD.
From among the group, a boy stepped forward, looking inquiringly from one to another.
[CHAPTER II]
HOWARD FENTON
His general appearance indicated at once that he was not a native of that region. His neat blue suit, of the latest cut, set off a slight, boyish figure to advantage, and seemed more appropriate to Fifth Avenue than to a small mountain village. A shock of chestnut hair, in defiance of comb and brush, swept across a white forehead, and his frank blue eyes were pleasant to look upon. Below them, a coat of tan told of his outdoor life.
Bob Somers held out his hand.
"I'll bet you're Howard Fenton," he said, warmly.