“He took my part when Carrow wanted to whip me, and I’m helping him take pictures in return for my board on the road.”
The men ceased asking questions, and Casco and Barker walked a short distance away, leaving Grogan on guard.
“It’s a surprise, and no mistake,” said Barker, in a low tone. “I was sure the boy had gone West. Thompson’s relatives said so.”
“Is the old matter settled up?” questioned the scar-faced man.
“Almost. But there might be more money in it,” mused Barker. “Say, I have a plan.”
“What is it?”
“I wonder if we could get the boy to join us?”
“Not likely.”
“Why not? The promise of big money might fetch him.”
“He looks too honest. Still, you might sound him. Only if he refuses, what then? You won’t dare to let him go.”