As he went to the back of the room silently with Nat, many curious glances were cast at him.
“Who is he?” asked one of another.
And those who answered came pretty near to guessing the truth.
“Some fellow,” said they, “who gets others to do his work for him.”
Two or three knew Claymore by sight, and they were not surprised.
“Well?” said the newcomer, when he sat down at the table in the corner, and three heads were put close together.
“We done it,” said Nat.
“Sure?”
“He’s dead as a nail.”
There was a short pause. Then, in a low voice: