"If you're the man I think you, you'll not talk
about her unless you're asked by the constable or some one you are bound
to answer. And what's more, you'll earn a five-dollar bill by going back
the road you've come and bringing here, without any talk or fuss, the man
you were just telling us about. I want to have a talk with him, but I
don't want any one but you and him to know this. You can tell him it's
worth money, if he don't want to come. Do you understand?"
"You bet," chuckled the grinning lad. "A five-dollar bill is mighty
clearing to the mind, sir. But must I turn right back before going on to
the hotel and hearing the news?"
"We'll help you turn the cart," grimly suggested Mr. Harper. "Get up
there, Dobbin, or whatever your name is. Here, Ransom, lend a hand!"
There was nothing for the fellow to do but to accept the help proffered,
and turn his cart. With one longing look towards the hotel he jerked at
the rein and shouted at the horse, which, after a few feeble efforts,
pulled the cart about and started off again in the desired direction.
"Sooner done, sooner paid," shouted the lawyer, as lad and cart went
jolting off. "Remember to ask for Lawyer Harper when you come back. I
won't be far from the office."
The fellow nodded; gave one grinning look back and whipped up his nag.
The lawyer and Ransom eyed one another.
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