“It is not all—ah! there’s Mr. Low’s wagon in front of that store. I am going to speak to him.”
Claymore objected, but the minister was stubborn, and they went into the store.
Low was there, and the clergyman asked him to call at the hotel to talk over matters.
“I want to know all the facts,” said Mr. Judson.
“Wal,” answered Low, slowly, “I’ve got some business to attend to, but ef ye’re in at half-past three I’ll be thar.”
“I shall look for you at that hour.”
It was then about noon, and while they were at dinner Claymore tried to make the clergyman think that the business was all straight, but evidently he did not succeed.
“I shall go to my room and think quietly till Low comes,” said Mr. Judson when they got up from the table, “and I repeat that if all does not seem to be honest and aboveboard I shall take measures to right the wrongs that have been done.”
“Go ahead, then,” grumbled Claymore. “I shall be at the office if you want any information.”
They parted, and did not meet again.