"Your mistake, Tracey. I haven't treated anybody since I've been here: I'm on the wagon."
"I mean just now, when we was talkin' 'bout me an' Angie. I'd—I'd like to help you the same way, if I could."
"You would?" Duncan eyed the boy apprehensively, wondering what was coming.
"Yes, indeedy, I would. An' p'rhaps I kin tell you somethin' that will."
"Speak, I beg."
"You—er—you're tryin' to court Josie Lockwood, ain't you?"
"Oh!" said Nat. "So that was it! That's a secret, Tracey," he averred.
"All right. Only, if you are, she's your'n."
"Just how do you figure that out?"
"Oh, I kin tell. She was in here to-night with Roland."