Presently they came in sight of a ruined pile, which the native boy pointed out as the old temple. Dave forged ahead and hurried into the ruins, and then around to the back. Here, from under some palms, could be had a fine view of the surrounding country.
A hasty glance around revealed to Dave the form of a man, lying on the grass half asleep. The country youth hurried forward, gave a good look, and uttered a little cry, at which the man sat up suddenly.
"Who are you?" asked the man, and then he began to stare at Dave very hard.
"Is this Mr. Dunston Porter?" asked Dave, in a voice he tried in vain to steady.
"Yes, that's my name. But you" The man paused expectantly.
"I am Dave Porter. I have come about seven thousand miles to see you."
"Dave Porter! Seven thousand miles to see me! I must be dreaming!" The man leaped to his feet and came up to Dave. "How is this? Won't you explain?"
"I will try, Mr. Porter."
"They do look exactly alike!" said Phil to Roger, in a whisper. "What an extraordinary likeness!"
"No wonder Billy Dill was startled when he first met Dave," added the senator's son.
