He extended his hand, which Frank accepted. The man attempted to give Merry a squeeze that would make him cringe, but Frank squeezed back in earnest, looking him straight in the eyes and smiling sweetly.
"Yes, you're all right," nodded Dyer. "I shan't monkey with you any more, an' the feller who paid me ten dollars to break up the show when you was on the stage is out that much money. That's about the way I figger it."
Frank was interested now.
"Did somebody hire you to break up the show?" he asked.
"Sure thing."
"What sort of a fellow—how did he look?"
Dyer gave a rather incoherent description, but Frank immediately decided it must have been Harris.
"Do you know where that fellow can be found?"
"I reckon."
"I'll give you ten dollars to take me to him."