“Frischette,” said the mounted policeman a moment later, “I wish to ask a favor of you.”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“You are going south?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“How soon?”
“In ver’ few days, corporal. Why you ask.”
“Because I may need your help. I am going to ask you to remain here for a while. I shall ask you to stay here until I have recovered Dewberry’s gold.”
Rand watched the other closely. The eyes of the road-house keeper narrowed slightly—but that was all.
“Et ees as you say, monsieur.”
Then Frischette turned and walked back into the kitchen.