But before it was brought, he had forgotten about eating. From behind the partition, loud voices were audible and he caught the word "Ford."
Listening intently, he heard a voice say:
"Sure, we can do it! I've got the papers all ready, old Sam Ford's signature and all. Just pass over that two thousand five hundred dollars, and I'll give them to you."
"But suppose Ford fights us in court?" exclaimed another voice.
"He won't do that!" growled a third. "Leave it to me!"
"Now, Bill, there's to be no——"
But before Bob could catch the last word, the waiter came in with his pork and beans and, noticing that the boy was listening with head close to the partition, shouted:
"What you listenin' to? That don't go in Red Top!"
And dropping his dishes, he leaped for Bob, just as the men behind the partition, who had heard the waiter's angry words, struggled to get through the door.
Realizing he was no match for so many, Bob took to his heels, the others in pursuit.