"You mean for fear of the police?"
"Sure! What else?"
"But do you think that this man Morgan would do anything that would make him afraid of meeting a policeman?"
"Oh, I don't know. But 'birds of a feather flock together,' you know. One of his pals was pinched, and he's workin' for the country now, on the Island."
"Who was that?" Mr. Barnes did not regret the time spent in talking with this observing youngster.
"I don't know his right name. They called him Billy the Red, over to the saloon."
Mr. Barnes started. This was a clue indeed. This was a well-known criminal whom she had named; one who had earned his sobriquet by killing two men in a barroom fight, when he had been one of the celebrated Whyo gang. If Morgan consorted with such as he, there could be little doubt as to his social status.
"You say Billy the Red was one of Morgan's pals. Did he have any others that you know of?" Mr. Barnes continued.
"Well, he used to be with him most till he went up, but lately he's been travellin' with Tommy White."
"Where can I find him; do you know?"