“Yes.”
“It’s a—a—job that isn’t strictly—ah—all right, you know.”
“I don’t care what it is,” returned Griswold recklessly. “I’ll do anything you say. You can trust me.”
“Will you?” cried Nathan Dobb eagerly. He hesitated. “I want to get a boy out of my way.”
“Who?”
“Leo Dunbar, who used to live with Dan Hawkins.”
“I know him. Didn’t his father once have my tavern shut up as a disorderly house?”
“Well, as I said, I want to get that boy out of my way.”
“Where is he now?”
“He is traveling as an acrobat with that circus which performed here a week or so ago.”