“Of course.”
“What is the mine called?”
The man hesitated and rubbed his chin.
“I’ll tell you what it is, stranger,” he replied slowly; “since I came from the mines I’ve had mighty tough luck in ’Frisco, and I’m rather hard up. Make it worth a little to me, and I’ll give you all the information you wish.”
“You mean you wish pay for telling what you know of the place?”
“Well, not that exactly, only a little something to help me along. I’ve been out of a job for over two months.”
Oliver thought for a moment.
“Suppose you come along with me,” he said. “I have a friend staying at a hotel close by. He must hear what you have to say as well as I. I will pay you for your trouble.”
“This is a square deal?”