"I cannot," rejoined the workman, "but my partner—he was discharged too—he can tell you much, much more. Will you meet him? I can take you to him?"
Roy thought a moment. The man seemed to be wholly honest and in earnest.
"How far from here is the place where your partner is?" he asked.
"Oh, not so very far. We soon get there in your fine machine. Will you go?"
"Well, I—yes, I'll go. Come on, get in."
The man obeyed the invitation with alacrity. Under his directions, Roy swung the car off upon a by-road after they had gone some few hundred yards.
"Not long now," he said, as the vehicle bounced and jounced over the ruts and stones of the little-used thoroughfare.
"This is a funny direction for your partner to live in," said Roy at length. "There are not many dwellings out this way, nothing but a big swamp, as I recollect it."
"My partner, he poor man," was the rejoinder. "He live with cousins out here."
The answer lulled Roy's rousing suspicions.