One got here this
mornin'."
"What becomes of them?"
"They're called fer by another feller, sir."
"Oh, they are! Who?"
"Red Slavin wus the name he give me of thet other buck."
When the two had disappeared, Brant sat back thinking rapidly. There
was a mystery here, and such actions must have a cause. Something
either in or about Glencaid was compelling Murphy to keep out of
sight--but what? Who? Brant was unable to get it out of his head that
all this secrecy centred around Naida. With those incautiously spoken
words as a clew, he suspected that Murphy knew something about her, and
that knowledge was the cause for his present erratic actions. Perhaps
Hampton knew; at least he might possess some additional scrap of
information which would help to solve the problem. He looked at his
watch, and ordered his horse to be saddled.
It did not seem quite so simple now, this projected interview with
Hampton, as it had appeared the night before. In the clear light of
day, he began to realize the weakness of his position, the fact that he
possessed not the smallest right to speak on behalf of Naida Gillis.
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