Yes, and a tall, bulky man with a yachting cap on the back of his head and a cigar in his mouth was talking with Asa Peters, the boss carpenter, by the big door of the barn.
I had not been up to the village for two days, having been employed at our boat-house on the beach below the house, getting my motor dory into commission for the summer.

But now I remembered that Lute had said something about the Coltons being expected, or having arrived, and that he seemed much excited over it.

He would have said more, but Dorinda had pounced on him and sent him out to shut up the chickens, which gave him the excuse to play truant and take his evening's trip to the post-office.

It was plain that the Coltons HAD arrived.

Very likely the stout man with the yachting cap was the mighty "Big Jim" himself.