“Did you notice whether or not he was bald?” one of the men asked.
“No, he had his hat on every time I saw him,” Bob replied.
“Well, I’m not sartin’ but that description fits Hi Stone pretty well,” the man said.
“Who’s Hi Stone?” the Captain asked.
“Lives about two miles this side of the Forks. Don’t know much about him. He’s only been in these parts about a year or a year and a half.”
“Any reason for thinking he might be in the business?”
“Only that he always seems to be pretty well supplied with money and never appears to have to work much. I got a cousin lives about a mile the other side of him and he told me about him. I never saw him more than two or three times.”
“Then you don’t know anything actually against him?”
“No, not a thing except what I’ve told you.”
“Well, I guess we couldn’t jail him for that,” the Captain smiled, “but it’s worth knowing.”