"Are you going to tell us anything about Brady?" demanded Harris. "I'm waiting."
"What's it goin' to mean to me?" asked Harper, wishing to drive some sort of a bargain on his own account.
"It may help you, but I'm making no promises."
Harper bowed his head and, for a moment, thought the matter over. Evidently he made up his mind that he was cornered, and that it would be well for him to take a chance at doing something for himself.
"What do you want to know?" he queried.
"Where is Brady?" repeated Harris.
"He's out on the trolley line that leads toward Grand Rapids."
"Is the Hawk there?"
"Yes. Something went wrong with the Hawk's motor, and Brady sent me after Ochiltree while he was tinkering with the machinery."
"Sent you after Ochiltree, did he?" echoed Harris. "Why was that?"