“We will get all wet, Paul, if we try to leave in this storm,” Bob heard the woman say.
“It may break away in a few minutes, Sarah,” returned the man. “It is only a shower.”
“Showers sometimes last a long time,” was the reply.
The sound of the woman’s voice was somewhat familiar to Bob, and he moved forward a bit to get a look at her face. She was the same he had seen in Cabot’s establishment, the one he rightly supposed was Sarah Blake.
Instantly he was all attention, and, pulling his hat still farther over his eyes, he edged close to the open door-way.
“You saw the old man?” went on the man called Paul, after a short pause.
“I did.”
“And you could do nothing with him?”
“No. He loves drink, and will do almost anything to obtain it. The case is hopeless.”
“You offered him money, I suppose?”