“What do you mean?” Scott asked. “I thought they always went in a gang.”
Hopwood shook his head. “Sewall would not back him up.”
“Who is Sewall?” Scott had never heard of him and he had gathered from what he had heard that Foster was the leader of the Waits.
“He’s the only Wait who has any brains,” Hopwood answered, and added naïvely, “except me.”
Scott glanced at him keenly but saw only the usual blank expression. “By George, Hopwood!” he exclaimed, “I believe you really have more brains than any of them. But what do you mean by saying that Foster will have to come?”
“He’s been saying so much about what he is going to do to you that he will have to do it or they will quit him,” Hopwood explained.
Scott rubbed his hands with satisfaction at the prospect of a meeting with Foster Wait alone.
“Are you sure he will come, Hopwood?”
Hopwood was silent a moment as though waiting for a message. “Yes,” he said confidently. “He’ll be here in about an hour. Don’t let him scare you. He’s a coward.”
“Going to try to scare me into it, is he?” Scott asked, but Hopwood had disappeared and left him to plan alone for his meeting with Foster Wait.