"
"By themselves?"
"Yes. Once, when I went in with refreshments, Wacker was in a terrible
temper. It seemed he had lost all his money, and he had staked his rig
and lost that, too. One of the two men laughed at him, and rallied him,
remarking he would have 'his share,' whatever that meant, in a day or
two, and then they would meet again and give him his revenge. By the
way, I'm off in my story--Wacker did leave here, about eleven o'clock."
"Alone?"
"Yes. He was gone half an hour, came back looking wise and excited,
joined his cronies again, and at midnight was helpless. My man and I
carried him upstairs to bed."
"What became of the two men?"
"They sat watching the clock till closing time, one o'clock, went out,
unhitched the horse, and drove off."
"I wish I knew who they were," murmured Bart.
"I suppose I might worry it out of Wacker, when he gets his head clear,"
suggested Green.
"I don't believe he would tell you the truth--and he might suspect."
"Suspect what?" demanded Green keenly.
"Never mind, Mr. Green. Can I take a look into the room where they spent
the evening?"
"Certainly--go right in.
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