"Then what brought you here—lookin' fer Abe?"
It was now Roger's turn to be surprised.
"Why do you ask that?" he questioned. "I came because I want to have a talk with him, and maybe get him to help me look for a lost mine."
"Well, I never!" gasped Mrs. Carmody, and looked more bewildered than ever.
"Isn't Mr. Blower here?" asked Dave. A sudden idea had sprung into his mind.
"Of course he isn't here. I—I—don't understand this at all—really, I don't."
"Don't understand what?" asked Roger.
"Your bein' here, after the letter Abe sent yesterday afternoon. Didn't you say your name was Roger Morr?"
"Yes."
"Then you went off with Abe, didn't you?"
"Me?" cried Roger. "Why, I have never seen him as yet."
"Never seen him!" gasped Mrs. Carmody. "Well, I never! Of all the queer things! What can it mean?" And she walked to a chair on the stoop and sank down heavily.
