"Oh, no. That's what makes it seem so much worse."
"Name Hunter?"
"No, Boykin."
"Boykin? Are you dead certain? There's one of Joyce's herder's that's this fellow's twin brother, if he ain't closer still—the meanest man that ever followed a bunch of woollies—but his name's Hunter. I've got him in the jug right now, too."
"Oh, if it only were Boykin!"
"I'll look him up," Garnett said. He was silent for a moment, and then he exclaimed:
"Say, I want you or your brother to take a look at that fellow Hunter to-morrow! It's got into my head that he and your man Boykin favor each other a whole lot more than they'd ought to."
"I don't see that it makes any difference how much alike they look," Harry said.
Garnett chuckled. "It might make a whole lot of difference to you."