"I don't know what to make of him," confessed Frank. "About the only thing of which I am sure is that he has a corker for a name. That name is enough to make any man look sad and dejected."
"What did he come here for, anyhow?" asked Rattleton.
"To find out about Raymond Bloodgood—he said."
"I know he said so, but I don't stake any talk—I mean take any stock in that. What difference does it make to him who Bloodgood is?"
"That was something he did not make clear."
"He didn't seem to make anything clear," declared Jack. "I thought for sure that he was going to throw out some hooks to drag us into that game of poker. If he had, I should have known he was sent here, and I'd kicked him out, whether you had been willing or not, Merry!"
"I'd opened the door and held it wide for you," smiled Frank.
"What do you think of him, Browning?" asked Harry.
"His way of talking made me very tired," yawned the big fellow. "He seemed to work so hard to get anything out."
"I'll allow that we have had two rather queer visitors," said the Virginian.