"Mebbe it's the brat's pa," offered the other.
"No, it isn't, and by the way, you let up trying to find out about that."
"What do ye mean?" interjected Sandy, sullenly.
"I mean I want that matter dropped."
Letts merely grunted, for to acquire that information was one of the first things he intended to do, but there was no use telling the elder so.
"What ye want?" he muttered.
"I'll give you a hundred dollars to find out the name of the other man living at Young's."
"Done!" cried the squatter. "Do I get any of the dough, now?"
"Part of it, if you like," replied Waldstricker, slipping his hand into his pocket. "But listen to me. You're to come directly back here and tell me, when you find out. Discover his name, if you don't know the man. Do you understand?"
"I does that. You leave it to me. Then, I'll settle with Tess Skinner."