I'm through gossipin'!" "How do you, an American, happen to be mixed up in a deal like this ?" "It's healthier work than makin' barrels at--I was goin' to say Sing Sing, but I hear they've changed the name.

I prefer outdoor work." "Fugitive, eh ?" "You might call it that.

I'm wanted in seven States.

The demand for me is great." Truxton saw that he could get nothing out of the satirical rascal, so fell to speculating for himself.

That he was still in the loft above the hovel was more or less clear to him.