"It's a short cut to Cottonton," said the man. "We can reach there in no time by this trail. Very few, though, know of the route."
As they rode along the half-hidden trail, he questioned Dan Baxter more closely than ever, and as a result learned as much as he cared to know. He realized that the former bully was hard up and ready to do almost anything to make some money. What he had possessed, he had spent in gambling and other forms of fast living.
"Perhaps I can put you in the way of making some money," said Sack Todd slowly. "That is, if you are not over particular as to what it is," he added, looking at Baxter sharply.
"I'm not looking for hard work, thank you," was the ready answer. "I am not used to that sort of thing, and couldn't stand it."
"This sort of work would be easy enough. But it would require judgment—and a little nerve at first."
"Well, I think I have fairly good judgment, and, as for nerve—why, try me, that's all."
"Then there is another point to the business. You'd have to drive some pretty sharp bargains."
"I can do that."
"Sometimes the goods are not exactly as represented—"
"I guess I understand, and that wouldn't stop me," and Dan Baxter grinned. "But I'd want pretty good pay."