“Well, you seem blamed afraid of explaining,” the other broke out, snapping away his cigarette butt. “And let me tell you one thing, my friend,” he added, leaning nearer: “A man who doesn’t want his business known around these parts had better stay away. It isn’t at all healthy. Understand?”
“Possibly,” Nash answered. “But what business I have in this district is my own affair, and it isn’t at all necessary to discuss it with every man I meet on the road.”
“I guess you’ll discuss it with me,” snarled the other.
“Why?” Nash was anxious to know why his companion seemed to be so confident.
“Why? Well, didn’t you say you were bound for Camp Forty-seven?”
“I did. What has that to do with my explaining to you?”
“I won’t allow you inside the camp until you do,” was the instant retort.
“What right have you to stop me?”
“I happen to be foreman there—that’s why.”