Nat nodded.
“He was a tall man, lean and with a large, thin nose, was he not?” came the question.
“I looked through the window and saw you talking to him a while ago,” answered the dwarf. “I suppose, though,” with a grin, “he didn’t tell you what he wanted.”
“Hardly,” said Nat, “for from what you have seen, it would scarcely bear telling.”
They were silent for a moment, and then the boy from Wyoming resumed:
“The day has not been without its interest; and from the look of things, the night is promising to keep pace with it.”
CHAPTER XIV
THE NIGHT PROMISES WELL
Nat Brewster left the Porcupine under the big elm across from the Bristol inn.
“Say nothing to any one,” he warned him. “I’ll have the landlady get you a supper and make you up a bed somewhere where you’ll not be noticed. Remember, I don’t even want Ben to see you.”
He crossed the road and entered the inn in deep thought. The mission of the two strangers greatly troubled him.