“The same,” answered Peeler. “And, by the way, I met that man Watson as I was comin’ home. He must have been over here, eh?”
“He was here this mornin’,” said Gloss. “He was tryin’ to—to buy our place.”
“Oh, was he?”
Peeler’s face lost its smile and his bushy eyebrows met in a scowl. “How about you, Ander?”
Declute squirmed.
“Oh, I ain’t thinkin’ much about it, Jim. I ain’t worryin’ none.”
His wife gazed at him contemptuously.
“You ain’t brains enough to worry about anythin’,” she exclaimed. “Was Watson ridin’ alone, Jim?”
“Well, no, he wasn’t. That teacher chap was with him. He was ridin’ the bay belongin’ to Hallibut’s engineer.”
Gloss looked up, her eyes wide.