“I'm glad to know that,” he said, brightening; “then I won't have to import any more.”
“Any more what?” I asked.
“People from the East to keep things moving, of course. What I have here and those left me at the inn ought to be enough to run through the summer with. Don't you think so?”
I thought so, and was moving off when he called me back.
“Is the judge locked up, old man?” he demanded.
“He's under rather close surveillance,” I replied, smiling.
“Crocker;” he said confidentially, “see if you can't smuggle him over here some day soon. The judge always holds good cards, and plays a number one hand.”
I promised, and escaped. On the veranda I came upon Miss Thorn surrounded by some of her uncle's guests. I imagine that she was bored, for she looked it.
“Mr. Crocker,” she called out, “you're just the man I have been wishing to see.”
The others naturally took this for a dismissal, and she was not long in coming to her point when we were alone.