“Mebbe so, after all,” Chick demurred.
“I already have shown you, besides, that I could have turned you down on the spot, if I had wanted to,” Murdock added. “But I wouldn’t have a hand in that kind of a job. You’ll take no risk, Kennedy, in going to see the man.”
Chick was not blind to the trap that was being laid for him. He had expected no less, and had laid his own plans accordingly. He still pretended to have some misgivings, nevertheless, but asked, as if somewhat impressed:
“Where must I go to see him?”
“Up Willow Creek way,” said Murdock indefinitely.
“Where’s that?”
“Nearly a dozen miles from here.”
“Is there a train?”
“You can do better than take a train. None runs very near the place, nor could you find it alone.”
“What d’ye mean by better?” Chick demanded.