“One I think was a farmer who lives in Claremont. The other seemed to be a Quaker.”
“I don’t remember any Quaker in this neighborhood. He must be a stranger hereabouts.”
“I think I have seen him before.”
“Where?”
“At the Emmonsville bank. I was passing there one day in disguise and, chancing to look in, I saw this man sitting on a bench near the paying teller’s desk.”
“Ah!” said James Fox, thoughtfully. “He may be a detective.”
“That is what I thought.”
“That is bad news, but the jail at Crampton is not very strong. I have been confined there myself and made my escape. However, John will need assistance from the outside.”
“I see you have a new boy,” said Hugh curiously. “When did you pick him up?”
“Yesterday, a few miles from here. He is a bank messenger.”