“Well?” said Nick, as he unfolded the paper and began to read about the death of Reverend Mr. Judson.
“Well,” repeated Patsy, “there’s nobody hanging around now who was here when we came.[{14}]”
“I thought so.”
Nick read for a moment, and then remarked:
“That’s an honest newsboy.”
“The man he spoke to was on the platform when we arrived.”
“Yep.”
That was all they said about it.
As a matter of fact, neither of them had the slightest suspicion of Claymore, any more than they had of any of the dozen others who had stayed in sight while Kerr and Folsom were there; but they remembered his face and name, for that was a matter of habit with them.
“Look it over,” said Nick, passing the paper to Patsy.