“Not so very easy. We are on the road early and late.”
“Do you stop here overnight?”
“No; I think we will push on to Fremont.”
“You'll get there late.”
“Perhaps so. We shall not commence our sales till to-morrow.
“Why is he so inquisitive?” thought Walter, and as he turned back to scan once more the face of his recent customer he became more and more distrustful of him.
“Does that man live in town?” he inquired of a boy.
“Who? That man leaning against the fence?”
“Yes.”
The boy shook his head.