“Then he is in this vicinity?”
“Yes, he has been since the second robbery. I learned also that he is in company with a rather poorly dressed person. Probably the two work together.”
“Have you learned the name of that well dressed, mysterious stranger?” asked Mr. Harrison.
“Yes, he goes by the name of Julius Galt, though I suppose that is only one of many aliases.”
“How did you get on his track?” asked Dan.
“By making inquiries. I had a good description of the fellow, and it was easier here to ask persons whom I met than it would have been in a city, for, around here, strangers are not common, and nearly every farmer takes notice of them.
“I traced Galt from town to town. He seems to be doing nothing, but is well supplied with money. There have been one or two robberies committed recently, and I think he had a hand in them.”
“Where is he now?”
“That’s what I’d like to know. I had to come back because I ran out of money, and I have to pay cash for the hire of carriages, and for railroad fare. Galt, when I had to turn back, was headed for a town about twenty-five miles from here, called Redcliff. If you can lend me some money until I can telegraph to headquarters for funds, I will get right after him again.”
“Certainly,” agreed Mr. Harrison, taking some bills from his pocket. “But won’t you stay and have some supper?”