"Looks something like a horse was here yesterday and the day before," continued the man, following Dick up. "I reckon you remember him?"
Dick did remember, for the horse had been ridden by James Monday.
"By the way, who was your friend?" added the man with assumed carelessness, but eying Dick closely.
"I can't tell you anything about him," was the sharp answer. "Have you a horse here?" continued Dick, to change the subject.
"Certainly. Then you didn't know the man?"
"Oh, I met him once or twice, years ago—when he was in business up in New York." And without waiting to be questioned further, Dick walked out of the stable. The man eyed him as closely as he had the government detective the day previous.
"He isn't much more than a boy, but I'd like to know if he is out here only for pleasure or on business," said the man to himself. "We can't be too careful in our work," and he smiled grimly.
"That fellow wants to know too much," said the eldest Rover in talking it over with his brother Sam. "I must say I don't like his looks at all."
"Nor I, Dick. I'll wager he has some game up his sleeve."
