know it. But I rather think, as you are goirg to camp out here, he would like to meet you and talk to you."
"Where is he?"
"Up the shore a distance. If you'll wait for me here I'll hunt him up and bring him to you."
"Bring him down to our camp yonder," put in Alfred Darkingham. "We are going down there to get something to eat."
"All right, I'll bring him to your camp juit as soon as I can locate him. We'll be there in less than an hour. So long!" And with a wave of his hand, the stranger turned and hurried across the rocks and into the bushes.
"I think I know that man!" whispered Sam, excitedly. "His name is Pally, Jim Pally. He was one of the freight thieves who was in league with Sid Merrick and Tad Sobber. He got away when the gang was rounded up," he added, refer ring to a happening, the particulars of which were related in "The Rover Boys on the Farm."
"And now he is aiding Sobber again," said Tom. "Maybe he is the fellow who helped in carrying Mrs. Stanhope off."
"I think he is the rascal who got the fortune at the lumber company office," whispered Dick. "His appearance tallies with the description Mrs.
