Not until the day was gone, and the hands of his watch indicated the hour of nine in the evening, was he disturbed again.
This time his hopes were realized. Snags was his visitor.
“Have you heard anything more from Carlos?” asked Leonard, eagerly.
Snags smiled.
“You seem mighty anxious about him,” he said.
“Of course I am. Tell me all you know.”
“Oh, I know enough. I have heard several things. Some of them might not please you, though.”
“Never mind. Go on.”
“Well,” said Snags, “he’s in jail, and will be tried to-morrow. Everybody is aroused against him, and if he’s let off the people would lynch him; at least that’s the talk among some. But it isn’t likely that he’ll be let off. Another thing, people have got it into their heads that you were his pal in the murder, which was done for burglary, and that you made off with the spoils, and that he knows where you are.”
“What consummate absurdity.”