The removal of the floppy and shady old sombrero exposed to the mingled
rays of the fire and the moon the man's full features. Heretofore, Bob
had been able to see indistinctly only the meagre facts of a heavy beard
and clear eyes.
"George Pollock!" he cried, dropping the revolver and leaping forward
with both hands outstretched.
XI
Pollock took his hands, but stared at him puzzled. "Surely!" he said at
last. His clear blue eyes slowly widened and became bigger. "Honest!
Didn't you know me! Is that what ailed you, Bobby? I thought you'd done
clean gone back on me; and I sure always remembered you for a friend!"
"Know you!" shouted Bob. "Why, you eternal old fool, how should I know
you?"
"You might have made a plumb good guess."
"Oh, sure!" said Bob; "easiest thing in the world. Guess that the first
shadow you see in the woods is a man you thought was in Mexico."
"Didn't you know I was here?" demanded Pollock earnestly. "Sure pop?"
"How should I know?" asked Bob again.
George Pollock's blue eyes smouldered with anger.
"I'll sure tan that promising nephew of mine!" he threatened; "I've done
sent you fifty messages by him.
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