face looked somewhat familiar, and the Crumville youth wondered if he had met the man before.
"That is Hank Snogger, the fellow who left our place to work for Mr. Merwell," said Sid Todd, in a low voice.
"His face looks familiar to me, but I can't place him," returned Dave. "Did he come from the East?"
"I think he did, years ago. Think you know him?"
"It seems to me I've met him before—or met somebody that looked like him," answered Dave, slowly. He was trying in vain to place those features.
"Don't you remember the name?"
"No."
"We ain't on very good terms any more, otherwise I'd give you a knock-down to him," went on the cowboy.
"I don't know that I care for an introduction," answered Dave. "He doesn't look like a person I'd want for a friend—he looks rather dissipated."
"He was a good man when he worked for Mr. Endicott. But he's not so good since he went over to Merwell."
There the talk about Hank Snogger ended. Once or twice the man looked curiously at Dave.
