"It's all right," I said, "if you tell me the truth. Who is he?" I asked Langton. He smiled.
"Red Talman. What've you been up to?" he asked.
"Nothin'."
"I brought him here to have his wound dressed, and he's going directly. I have promised him."
He nodded.
"Coll McSheen put him on to a little job and he bungled it, that's all."
Langton actually looked pleased; but I could not tell whether it was because his warning had been verified or because I had escaped.
"'T was that other skunk," muttered Talman sullenly.
"Who? Dutch?"
The footpad coughed. "Don' know who 'twas."