“Well, it’s your fry, not mine,” laughed Raymond. “You must have had a hard time with him.”
“I did. That boy is a wizard for being able to slip away when you least expect it.”
“Do you suppose the others will follow you here?”
“I yelled at them to do so, when I sprang on the freight train. They will, if they heard me.”
“It’s about time that deal went through.”
“I agree with you, Raymond; but the trouble has been that we could not strike the right man to help us.”
“Won’t Watson do?”
“No. I sounded him, but he is too honest, even for big money.”
At that moment the wind flapped the curtain, and Bob could not hear the immediate conversation which followed.
“What!” he heard Casco exclaim a minute later. “You are sure it is he?”