Scott led the way to the place already referred to, frequented by his cousin, Loammi. When they entered, Scott saw Loammi seated at a table in the rear part of the saloon.
He espied the new arrival, and was evidently surprised to meet Scott in such a place.
"Hello, Scott!" he called out.
"Good-evening, Loammi," returned Scott, coolly.
"Goin' to take an ice cream?"
"Yes."
"I say, are you working yet?"
"Not yet."
"Then how can you afford to buy ice cream?" Loammi was about to ask, but the presence of Justin Wood checked him. Mr. Wood was handsomely dressed, and looked like a man of means.
"I wonder where Scott picked him up," thought Loammi. He wished to be introduced, but Scott did not give any encouragement in that direction.