“Fine fellow.”
“That’s where yees are correct—he’s a man I could do lots for.”
This was not flattery—the true ring could be detected in such praise—it came from the heart.
“How did it come he had another driver earlier in the night?”
“Him—Mr. Joseph Leslie—sure I took him from his house and brought him back and divil another driver did he have at all. Phat are yees drivin’ at? I dunno!”
“I made a mistake, John—I see it now.”
To himself, however, this hunter of men was saying:
“Probably Joe has bought this fellow up, body and soul—that would account for his desire to serve him.”
Nothing could be more easily done, for the man looked like one who would be faithful.
If this were the case it would be love’s labor lost to attempt to get any intelligence out of such a man.