Yes - that's the paper this fellow found them in.

"Weed was here; the fellow must have found the window that he opened."

There, the fellow must have found familiar ground, for his clumsy methods ended.

Why don't you fellows find the plans and let me see them when I get back?

The fellow behind him somehow found the strength to surge ahead.

A fellow might travel forward a hundred years or so and find himself smack in the middle of a building.

Those fellows were not finding it so easy as they thought.

That poor fellow couldn't find anybody to go along with him, and he nodded to himself and went out.

Still, those fellows find a way out; they do it by themselves.

And when one of them said, "Look, fellow, why don't we just find you someplace else to sleep?"