“I’m Bill, and I don’t want nothing. But I know what you want!”
“To know which way the run-a-way lady and gemplan went.”
“I do know, they went this way,” said Purley, pointing straight before him.
“No, they didn’t neyther! they was too sharp for that, they said how you would be sure to search for ’em on that road, just as you are a doing of now; so they would take another road.”
“That was likely too! Boy, do you know which road they took?”
“Yes, sirree.”
“Then tell me.”
“I will if you’ll give me a quarter,” was the moderate conditions of this treaty.
“Here, take it!” exclaimed Mr. Parley, pitching the boy the silver coin in question.