"Of course I cannot be positive, but there is a missing heir who has, on his chest and one shoulderblade just such marks as I saw on you to-day when you were sitting by the pool putting on your shirt ?" "Oh, forget that thrilling stuff!" jeered the other.

"Don't you suppose I know who my father is?
Old Bill Mosher hasn't suddenly grown rich.

How could Bill get rich when he is in jail for drunkenness ?" "So you think your name is Mosher ?" pursued Prescott.
"I know it is," replied the prowler harshly.

"And, around this neck of the woods a fellow couldn't have a harder, tougher name than Mosher." "But if your name were really Page-----" pressed Dick.
"No use stringing me like that," snapped the other.

Even in the darkness, lit only here and there by starlight, the scowl on his face was visible.