There, with a delightful smile on his broad face, stood Frank Shaw.
Fremont seized his chum about the neck and dragged him into the room, where the hugging and pulling about rivaled the efforts of real black bears.

Then Fremont closed and locked the door and dropped into a chair, eyeing his friend as if he would like to devour him, black bear fashion.
"You didn't expect to see me here, did you ?" asked Frank.
"I should say not.

How did you know where to find me?
When did you leave New York?
How is Mr.Cameron?
Tell me all about everything." "When you get done asking questions," cried Frank.

"First, Ned Nestor told me where to look for you.

He told some of the others, too, but I reckon they got lost on the way down.