A short rap and the door swung open as Harrigan, breathing heavily, paused on the threshold.
“Come in, Denny. Sit down; I want to have a little talk with you.”
“Is he in it?” asked Harrigan, closing the door and indicating Cameron with a nod.
“Yes, incidentally. I’m glad you came, Denny—makes it easier for me.”
“Easier?” queried Harrigan. “Now what you drivin’ at?”
“Denny,” replied the sheriff, “I hear you’re out of a job.”
“What’s that to you?”
“Not so much as it is to you, perhaps. I hear they need men up St. John way. There’s a new company up there—started in last year.”
“Anxious to git me a job?” growled Harrigan.
“Not anxious, but willing to give you a chance.”