“I don’t know the man,” said he, and he spoke so that anybody could have told that he was angry.
“There is no need of getting huffy about it,” said I carelessly. “Where is he now?”
“I tell you I am not acquainted with the man,” said he. “Henderson! I never heard the name before.”
“No offence, I hope; but I thought from the way you acted that you were in his employ. Be honest now, and tell me when you have seen him lately.”
“How have I acted?” enquired the man.
“Oh, snooping around the ranch and trying to find out things that are not intended for you to know,” I answered carelessly. “You know you have been doing that ever since you have been here, and Mr. Davenport is sorry that he ever consented to let you remain.”
“Did he tell you what I have done?”
“There is but one thing he could put his finger upon, and that was when you tried to pick the lock of his desk.”
“I never——” began Johnson.
“If you had got into it you wouldn’t have made anything by it. The man’s papers are safe.”