"A mighty fast pace you're setting for an old man, sir!" He broke into a laugh that was not altogether unpleasant, and boldly held out a hand.

"We've been expecting you, but--not in this way.
I hope there's nothing wrong ?" Captain Plum had accepted the proffered hand.

Its coldness and the singular appearance of the old man who had come like an apparition chilled him.

In a moment, however, it occurred to him that he was a victim of mistaken identity.

As far as he knew there was no one on Beaver Island who was expecting him.