"Is the show any good?" asked King.
"Bah! Of course not."
"How do you know?" Maud cried.
"Of course it'll be no good."
"You don't know anything about it."
King put his cigar in his mouth, and it grew red in the dark. He took it away again. "Isn't Gregory the fellow with the pretty daughter?"
The old man began to chuckle. "Huh, huh! I've heard more talk of Gregory's daughter these last two weeks than of his copper show. If the show is as good as the gal, his fortune is made. She's a fetching little hussy." He wagged his head.
"You've seen her?" questioned Power.
"Three days back. I was down in the buggy looking at the pipe line. I told Maud about her. She's something in King's way. I hear he never misses anything."
King shrugged his shoulders. "My name gone, you may send me along the pipe line as soon as you like."