“Who do you suppose he’s looking for?”
“Well, if he’s the man I suspect, I shouldn’t wonder if he were looking for you.”
“For me! What in thunder for?”
“To finish what he began that night when you were shot at North Star!”
“Great Scott! Do you mean that he was the man who——”
“It seems to me to be more than likely. He is the man round whom all these mysteries seem to centre.”
“What is the blighter?” asked the other quickly.
“That I must keep to myself for a little time. I may be mistaken, you know. But if I am not——”
“You’ll let me know? You’ll give me the satisfaction of knowing that the fellow will pay for these lungs of mine?” cried the sick man eagerly.
“Yes,” answered the corporal pityingly. “I will let you know.”