Jack replied: "I understand. Your father knows, too. He wants to come up and see you. I said I'd wire, shall I?"
"Of course—if he wants to see me—but I want to talk to you first. I've seen Mary!"
"Have you? How did you manage?"
"I trailed her. Went to all the churches in town. She sings in a little stone church over here."
"I know. I've been up here to see her once or twice myself."
Harold seized him by the arm. "See here, Jack—I must talk with her. How can I manage it without doing her harm?"
"That's the question. If these people should connect you with 'Black Mose' they'd form a procession behind you. Harry, you don't know, you can't imagine the stories they've got up about you. They've made you into a regular Oklahoma Billy the Kid and train robber. The first great spread was that fight you had at Running Bear, that got into the Omaha papers in three solid columns about six months after it happened. Of course I knew all about it from your letters—no one had laid it to you then, but now everybody knows you are 'Black Mose,' and if you should be recognized you couldn't see Mary without doing her an awful lot of harm. You must be careful."
"I know all that," replied Harold gloomily. "But you must arrange for me to see her right away, this afternoon or to-night."