"So he had a hand in that deviltry?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad to hear it; what else?"
"The raiders air a-goin' to make another raid."
"When?"
"Tomorrow night, I think. I'll find out for certain tomorrow, an' post you. It's court day, you know, an' the word will be passed around among the men when they come to town."
"Where shall I see you?" asked the Squire.
"We mustn't be seen talkin' together," said the visitor thoughtfully. "It might help to fasten suspicion on an innocent man, you see," he added, with a leer of cunning. "I'll tell you what would be a better plan. I'll start back home just at five, by the town clock. I've got a good ways to go, an' likely's not many will be on the road at that hour of the day. You can leave a little earlier than five, an' I'll overtake you about the top of the first hill, under the big elm."
"Very well," agreed the Squire.
"I think I've about earned one hundred of that money already, Squire," suggested the visitor, looking keenly at his companion.