“Reckon you want to find him, eh?”
“Yes.”
“So do some other folks;” and the old man chuckled.
“Well, we are his friends, and we want to find him for his own good.”
“Who be you, if I may ask?”
“I am Dave Porter, and this is Roger Morr. Buster Beggs is our friend, and so are Phil Lawrence and Ben Basswood. They ran away and it was foolish for them to do it. Now we want to find them and get them to come back here.”
“It was foolish for ’em to run away—I said thet all along,” murmured the old expressman.
“Then you know where they are?” put in Roger quickly.
“No, I don’t.”
“But you took their baggage away, didn’t you?” questioned Dave, for he could see that the old man was holding something back.