Trimmer had smoked his cigar to within an inch of his mouth. He extinguished the fire and chewed up the stump voraciously.
"Say!" he suddenly ejaculated, leaping to his feet and coming around the table, "I can fix him all right," and he lowered his voice to a whisper. "Barger would give up a leg to git a show at Van Buren!"
"Barger?" echoed McCoppet. "Matt? But they got him! Got 'em all."
"Got nuthin'," the lumberman ejaculated. "What's the good of all these lyin' papers when I seen Matt myself, readin' the piece about him goin' back to the pen?"
McCoppet rose, went to the window, and returned again.
"Larry, you're all right," he said. "Where's Barger now?"
Trimmer winked. "That's his business, and mine."
"All right—that's all right," agreed the gambler. "Wouldn't he take it as a favor if you passed him some money and the word about Van Buren's hike to Starlight?"
Trimmer got out a new cigar, lit up, and began to smoke as before.
"I was goin' to pass him some of mine," he confessed. "Yours will suit me just as good."