“I won’t give him much information till I am sure of him,” rejoined Barker.
Bob could not make out what the two men said, but from their actions he felt certain they were conversing about him.
“Say, boy!” demanded Barker, coming up. “Have you any offer of work at Stampton when you reach there?”
“No.”
“You’ll find it mighty hard getting a job.”
“Perhaps I will. But that’s none of your affair.”
“Don’t get saucy. I thought, perhaps, you might like to leave Landes and join us.”
“What at?”
“A little private business we’re working.”
“Does it pay?”