"Oui! Heem no ver' bad. He be all right tomorrow."
"That's good. It frightened me, for him to be unconscious so long. It's been five or six hours now, hasn't it?"
"Lemme see. I fin' heem six o'clock. Now—eet is the noon. Six hour."
"That's long enough. Besides, I think he's sleeping now. Come inside and see—"
"Wait, m' enfant. M'sieu Thayer he come in the minute. He say he think he know heem."
The eyes of Barry Houston suddenly lost their curiosity. Thayer? That could mean only one Thayer! Barry had taken particular pains to keep from him the information that he was anywhere except the East. For it had been Fred Thayer who had caused Barry to travel across country in his yellow speedster, Thayer who had formed the reason for the displacement of that name plate at the beginning of Hazard Pass, Thayer who—
"Know him? Is he a friend?"
"Oui. So Thayer say. He say he think eet is the M'sieu Houston, who own the mill."
"Probably coming out to look over things, then?"
"Oui. Thayer, he say the young man write heem about coming. That is how he know when I tell heem about picking heem up from the machine. He say he know M'sieu Houston is coming by the automobile."