“Yes, I shall tell him, too.”
“Well, now, do you think all that gives you any cause to ask them to watch my establishment?”
He saw her tremble.
“I—I——”
He stopped her with a wave of his fat hand, leaning toward her.
“Before you answer that, which will be with a lie, I reckon, tell me what you know about this feller on top o’ Folly Mountain?”
“I don’t know anything about him.”
“We’d like to know somethin’ about him, more than we do.”
“I’ve heard it hinted that he is a road agent, playing a game there to fool the people.”