Crow."
"I'm next to something big," he announced in a low tone, first looking
in all directions to see that no one was listening.
"Gosh! Did you land Mr. Farnsworth?"
"It has nothing to do with insurance," hastily explained the agent.
"I've heard something of vast importance to you."
"You don't mean to say the troupe has busted?"
"No--no; it is in connection with--with--" and here Mr. Gregory leaned
forward and whispered something in Anderson's ear. Mr. Crow promptly
stopped dead still in his tracks, his eyes bulging. Betty, who was being
led to the water trough, being blind and having no command to halt,
proceeded to bump forcibly against her master's frame.
CHAPTER XXXI
"As You Like It"
"You--don't--say--so! Whoa! dang ye! Cain't you see where you're goin',
you old rip?" Betty was jerked to a standstill. "What have you heerd?"
asked Anderson, his voice shaking with interest.
"I can't tell you out here," said the other cautiously. "Put up the nag
and then meet me in the pasture out there. We can sit down and talk and
not be overheard."
"I won't be a minute. Here, you Roscoe! Feed Betty and water her first.
Step lively, now. Tell your ma we'll be in to supper when we git good
an' ready."
Anderson and Andrew Gregory strode through the pasture gate and far out
into the green meadow. Once entirely out of hearing, Gregory stopped and
both sat down upon a little hillock.
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