“Yes.”
“Then I don’t care much—brother Jim wants me anyway.”
“I want to know about those two men who were stopping at the cottage,” went on Jack. “Who are they?”
“Ain’t they around?”
“No, they ran away.”
“Humph! It’s just like ’em. They were the strangest! Allers doin’ somethin’ queer-like.”
“Did they board with you?”
“Kind of—when they were to home. They went out a good deal. They each paid three dollars a week. Sometimes they got their own meals, too—when I wasn’t feelin’ well.”
“Do you know their names?”
“No, ’ceptin’ one was Bart an’ tudder Paul. They had some scheme for getting a million dollars.”