“Yes; he’s got gangs lumberin’ three-four places along the stream.”
“Hurrah!” cried Sam.
Lon’s jaw sagged. “What—what in Sam Hill’s got into you? This ain’t the Fourth of July.”
Sam was still clutching the man’s arm. “Look here, Lon! Wake up! Groche has been up-stream, got a job, come to town for some reason or other. You’ve started him back.”
“Jesso!”
“He boasted he could make a hundred dollars by telling something?”
“That’s what he said.”
“But you didn’t give him a chance to earn the money?”
“No. Still, of course, most likely he was lyin’——”
“For once he may have been speaking the truth. And it happens there’s just one way to pick up a hundred in Plainville so easily.”