“Yet Gansett Jim seems to be known here.”
“Oh; is it Blair that the Indian works for? I never knew. Closer’n a deaf mute with lockjaw, he is. Well, I expect the reason he comes here occasionally is that it’s the nearest license town.
“‘Lo! the poor Injun when he wants a drink
Will walk ten miles as easy as you’d wink.’”
“Do you know most of the post-offices around here?”
“There isn’t but one postmaster within twenty miles that I don’t call by his first name, and she’s a postmistress.”
“Then you could probably find out by telephone where the Blair family get their mail.”
“Easy!”
“And perhaps what newspapers they take.”
“H’m! Yes, I guess so.”
“Try it, as soon as you get back.”