“Yes, two persons.”
“Who?”
“Ikey Stein——”
“That——”
Andy held up a warning hand.
“Don’t call any names,” he advised. “Ikey did you and me a good service. We mustn’t forget that.”
“All right, I won’t. Who else was in here?”
“Link Bardon.”
“Who’s he?”
“That farmer lad I was telling you about—the one we fellows saved from a beating.”