"Well, if he was after anything, he didn't get it," he added, as he placed the things in the pocket and put the coat under his pillow again. "I wonder who it was?"
"Sames to me it was the feller that was talkin' to Stummer the other day,—that sport av a young man."
"You mean Mr. Polk?" demanded Gilbert.
"I don't know his handle, but the feller as was askin' about you."
"That is the man I mean." Gilbert's brow grew clouded. "If that was the man, he was up to no good."
"Is he down on you, lieutenant?"
"I have every reason to believe he is, although I don't care to talk about it."
"Do ye suppose he was afther stalin' somethin'?"
"I can't say what he was after, Dan. But I wish he would keep his distance after this."
"Perhaps ye had better be afther reportin' him."
"No, I'll keep my eyes open; and I reckon that will be enough."
Gilbert sank back to rest again, but it was a long while before he fell asleep. He wondered if Nuggy
