He was about to add that the satchel contained a stock of jewelry, when he reflected that this would be imprudent, and that his employer would not like him to be so communicative.
“Does he pay you much for that?” asked the hunter, after a pause.
“Twelve dollars a week.”
“And your traveling expenses?”
“No; I pay those myself.”
Peter Brush whistled softly and looked thoughtful. He evidently thought the arrangement a queer one.
“Then you have money enough for your expenses?” he said.
Tom answered in the affirmative. He knew that he was perhaps unwise in so far trusting a stranger, but he could not, for the life of him, distrust the honest-looking hunter.
This conversation took place while Mr. Burnett was down-stairs, smoking a cigar and looking about the town.