“Let me think. Oh, yes, I met this Casco down by the river. There was an Irishman with him——”
“What was his name?”
“This Casco called him Mike. But, say, who are you?”
“I know those rascals, and I am willing to be your friend,” returned Bob.
“Good for you. And your handle?”
“Bob Alden.”
“Mine is Walter Anderson. I came to Stampton from Buffalo a month ago, and I’ve been making pretty much of a fool of myself ever since. But I wish I had my money back.”
“How much did you have with you?”
“About thirty dollars.”
“And it’s gone?”