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Gentlemen, this impudent young vil-ly-an is my nephew, Mr. Winn Caspar."
Instead of acknowledging this introduction, Glen and Binney looked
curiously at each other. Then the former said, "There seems to be
something wrong here, Billy, for we have just turned this raft over to
its owner, Mr. Winn Caspar, and he is in the house here at this moment."
"That's all right," replied Billy Brackett. "I rather expected to find
that gentleman here, and now we will go inside for an interview with
him." So saying, he tried to open the door, but found it fastened. In
spite of its splintered condition, it was secured so firmly that it
took them several minutes to force it open. When this was
accomplished, and an entrance was effected, the four gazed blankly
about them and at each other. The large room was empty. So were the
two smaller ones beyond, while an open window in the last showed the
manner in which Messrs. Plater and Grimshaw had effected their escape.
"It's too bad," said Billy Brackett; "for having had several
interesting interviews with those gentlemen, I should have been glad of
another. I think Winn would have been pleased to meet his namesake
too."
"Indeed I should," replied the boy. "I'd like to collect rent for the
use of my signature, and find out where he learned to copy it so
perfectly.
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