Ezra looked round, but he did not seem alarmed.
“Bah!” he said, “it’s only a kid.”
“‘Little pitchers have large ears,’” suggested Barlow.
“Even if he has heard anything, he hasn’t understood it.”
“I dare say you are right. A boy of his age isn’t likely to know much about business.”
“It’s getting a little chilly. Let us go inside.”
“Very well!” and the two entered the main saloon and sat down to listen to the fine music discoursed by the band.
“What ought I to do?” Ben asked himself, when he was left alone. “I don’t care much for Jacob Winter, but I don’t like to see him swindled in such a barefaced manner. If there is any way in which I can balk the scheme I will.”