"Young fellow; swell farmer; big stock-raiser." And then he plunged into the game with much enthusiasm.
Clarence resumed his seat and, for a few moments, thought very earnestly. The words of the detective had confirmed his suspicion. He now felt assured that Jarvis was bound for Bellair, and if so he was, no doubt, in the employ of Lucian Davlin, for some unknown purpose. What that purpose was, he must know at any cost.
By the time his plans were fairly matured, he observed that the group of card-players was breaking up. In another moment, Jarvis lounged lazily along and threw himself down upon the seat beside him.
In little more than half an hour they would be due in Bellair, and what Clarence desired to say must be said quickly. Taking out his cigar-case, he offered the man a weed, which was accepted with alacrity, and while it was being lighted, Clarence said: "Are you especially busy now?"
"N-o; only so-so."
"Learned anything more in regard to my man?"
"Davlin?" interrogatively.
"Yes."
"No," puffing contentedly; "we don't move in a case after it's paid off."
"I see," smiling; and then, making his first real venture: "Could you do some work for me to-morrow?"