"If it's not Brady, who is behind this business?" began Frank.
"I didn't say that," retorted Dan.
"Why——"
"I said that it wasn't Brady you were going to meet."
"Oh!" uttered Frank vaguely.
"If you hadn't acted so sensible and handsomely," proceeded Dan, "I wouldn't talk with you at all. You've got me sort of chummy, though. I like you. I don't suppose there's any harm in telling you that it's a lawyer you're going to see. He'll explain the business to you."
"What is the business?" persisted Frank.
"Bless me if I know," declared Dan. "We were to do something—get you. We were to take you somewhere—we do it. After that we're paid off, and that's our end of it."
Frank did some thinking and surmising; but he could only theorize. He saw that now he was in the mix-up he must see it through.
How far they traveled in the next eight hours he could only guess at. The vehicle had two horses attached; they were pretty good travelers, and the road was a smooth and level one and in excellent condition.