“He is a good, industrious lad.”
“That may all be, but what does he want to know about my room for?”
“That's the question I put to him. I found him very close-mouthed at first, but finally he admitted that he was employed by some man—a stranger in the village—to find out.”
Walter and the cattle dealer exchanged glances. The same thought had come to each.
“Did he describe the man?”
“No; it seems he did not take much notice of him.”
“Was that all the boy wanted to know?”
“Yes.”
“He didn't say what the man's object was in seeking this information?”
“No. Probably he didn't know.”