“No.”
“And you’ve never seen that smuggler here again since that first time, have you?”
“No.”
“Then why this sudden idea?”
“Because two men in the same small mining camp who have a grievance against the mine owners would be likely to get together. They’d have a common interest—to get even.”
Peggy smiled. “Oh, you Miss Sherlock!”
“Your mentioning the smuggler reminds me that the pottery woman said she’d have the pottery ready for us today,” put in Florence. “I want you girls to help me select the finest pieces as samples to send to my friend in St. Louis for her curio shop. It’ll be quite a job to get them packed right. I was in hopes José would have time to help me pack them. His having to get the officers this morning might interfere.”
“I don’t think it will,” Jo Ann replied. “Do you think you could get a crate in the village and pack your pottery there?”
“I doubt it. They’ve never shipped any pottery by train. I believe I’ll take the pottery to Jitters’ House, and José can hunt up something around there to make a crate out of.”
By the time the girls had finished eating and had dressed in riding outfits, José was waiting for them with the horses.