“We feared you were lost in the storm,” said Jerry. “After it was over we hunted the neighborhood for your camp.”
“And didn’t find it, eh?” laughed Raikes. “No wonder, lads. We had a snug nest among the rocks, two miles or more from the lake. But pardon me. I quite forgot to introduce my friend, of whom I spoke to you before. This is Joe Bogle, from Augusta, Maine. We’ve been partners for many a year.”
The black-bearded man had been scrutinizing the lads—and Brick in particular—with keen attention. Now he stepped forward, and nodded in response to the introduction.
“I’m glad to meet any friends of my partner,” he said, in a low, oily voice.
A surprised and puzzled look appeared on Brick’s face. He stared intently at Mr. Joe Bogle.
“Haven’t I met you before?” he exclaimed.