“Do you?” he asked softly.
“One, I think. Listen!” They attended to their own food as quietly as possible but every faculty was alert. Aside from noticing that the two men seemed an ill-assorted pair Jim had not been greatly interested, but now that Bob thought he recognized one of them, he was anxious to learn more. The Flying Buddies had managed to get into so many adventures since the summer months when they had dropped Her Highness down in Canada almost at the feet of a Royal Mounty and had offered to help the patrol man capture border-runners, that caution was a fixed habit with both of them. They had found that it paid.
“Now, look here,” the stout man began aggressively, “I ain’t a part of your outfit—see!”
“I observe, but you have worked—not too successfully—with us.”
“Yah. I went into that fool Don business with Lilly Boome.”
“Why broadcast?”
“Well, I did, and it wasn’t my fault it didn’t come out so good.”
“That has been admitted by the chief himself. The Don is a very clever man.”
“Yah, he is. I went there like I owned the place, and he put it all over us, like a crab-net, see? Now, I’m told you’re wanting me to get work in this new power works down here—”
“It will not be difficult—”