"I hope you'll find me so. Well, come in."
Carden readily followed him into the saloon, and they sat down to a table with a bottle and two glasses before them.
"Now, what's your game?" asked Carden, abruptly.
"My game?"
"Yes. I s'pose you wouldn't have stood treat if you hadn't wanted something of me."
The stranger laughed.
"You are sharp," said he. "However, I don't mind confessing that I am a stranger in the place and wanted company and possibly a little information. Do you know anything about the circus—Coleman's circus—which I see is showing here?"
"I ought to. I belong to it."
"Oh, you are connected with it."