Van Curter instantly gave him this information, and immediately cursed himself for doing it, fearing that the hawker would take advantage of the fact against him. He was the more angry from the fact that Boston refused to be at all explicit in regard to the number at Windsor. “He hadn’t counted,” he said. “They were scattered round a good deal; might be more or might be less. Couldn’t bring himself to say, to a certainty, whether they had as many as Van Curter or not, but most probable a likely number.”
“How did you come here?”
“I reckon that is easy to answer. Part of the way I walked, and part of the way I rode. Couldn’t I sell you something, squire?”
“Wait until I have finished my questions. Did you see Captain Holmes at Windsor?”
“Yes, I told you before.”
“Was William Barlow in Windsor?”
“The lieutenant?”
“Yes.”
“Y-a-a-s. He was there.”
“Did he know you were coming here?”