"No, sah."
"Or a man named Soapy Gannon?"
"No, sah."
"You don't know them at all?"
"No, sah," and again the negro went on his way and Bob left the building.
The boy had nothing to do that evening, and after getting a room for the night at the so-styled hotel, another flimsy two-story affair, and stabling for Darling, he obtained supper and then strolled around.
"Bob!" came the cry, as he was sauntering down the main street, and the next instant he felt his hand grasped by Josiah Socket, whose tanned face beamed with pleasure.
"How do you do, Mr. Socket?" exclaimed the boy. "Glad to see you. Where have you been and how are you making it?"
"We are located over to Dishpan Falls," said Josiah Socket, naming a locality which afterwards became known as Felville. "Doing putty good too."
"And how are all the folks?"