“How is he your enemy?” asked Bob, with interest, for he could not understand how so good-hearted a person as Frank Landes could have an enemy.
“He used to work for our firm, and I once detected him in wrong-doing. I exposed him, and he was discharged. He promised to get square, and I know he will try to keep his word.”
“What is his name?”
“James Casco. He has Spanish blood in him, and is a bad man when in a temper.”
“We’ll both keep our eyes open for him,” returned Bob. “If he tries any underhand work, and I catch him at it, I’ll—I’ll pulverize him.”
“Really!” laughed Frank.
“I will. I always stick up for my friends, and you’re the first friend I’ve struck in a long time. So let Casco keep his distance.”
CHAPTER III
BOB AT THE HALF-WAY HOUSE
When Bob and Frank Landes entered the dining-room and looked around at the guests present, they saw nothing of James Casco.
“Most likely in the bar-room,” said Frank. “He is a pretty heavy drinker.”