"I know how, but I don"t like it," answered the boy, pausing in his task.
"I don"t blame you. I don"t like that kind of work myself."
"I guess you don"t have to do it now," answered the boy, glancing at the neat and expensive attire of his new acquaintance.
"Well, no; I can do better."
"Are you in business?"
"Yes," answered Ranney, vaguely. "I am traveling for a house in New York."
"I should like that."
"Give me your name. I may be able to give you a place some day."
"My name is Oren Trott."
d.i.c.k Ranney took out a note-book and put the name down, greatly to the boy"s satisfaction.
"By the way," went on Ranney, "do you want to earn half a dollar?"
"Yes," answered Oren, with alacrity.
"Perhaps I can put you in the way of doing so. Do you know the hotel people?"
"Yes, sir. I worked there for a short time."
"All the better. Then you know about the house, the location of rooms, etc.?"
"Yes, sir."
"There are two parties staying there in whom I am interested. One is Professor Robinson."
"Yes, I know--the man that sells bottles of balm."
"The same."
"I saw him come into town with his wagon."
"Well, I want to find what room he will occupy to-night. The fact is,"
he continued, as he noted Oren"s look of surprise, "the man owes me quite a sum of money and is trying to evade payment."
"He doesn"t look like that kind of man," said Oren, thoughtfully.
"My boy, you are young and are hardly qualified to judge of a man by his appearance. The man looks honest, I admit, but he"s slippery. And, by the way, did you notice a young fellow in the wagon with him?"
"Yes, sir; he isn"t much larger than I am."
"Exactly so. Well, I want to find out what room he occupies, also."
"Yes, sir," answered Oren, looking a little surprised.
"You see," explained d.i.c.k Ranney, "I want to make the professor a call, and I can perhaps tell from the outside whether he is in or not.
He will avoid meeting me if he can. Now, do you think you can find out for me what I require?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then go at once."
"Shall I find you here when I get back?" asked Oren, cautiously.
"Yes."
"I wouldn"t like to take all that trouble for nothing."
"You won"t. Here is a quarter in advance, and I will give you the fifty cents besides if you find out what I wish."
"Good for you! You"re a gentleman!" said Oren, with an expression of satisfaction on his honest country face.
Two hours later Walter and the cattle dealer returned from a walk they had taken together. Walter found his new acquaintance, though not an educated man, an agreeable companion, and by no means deficient in shrewdness, though he had allowed himself to be robbed by d.i.c.k Ranney.
They went up to the desk for their keys.
"Will you two gentlemen do me a favor?" asked the clerk.
"What is it?" asked the cattle dealer.
"A gentleman and lady have just arrived and want to stay here to- night, but the number of our rooms is limited and we are full. Now, if you, sir, will go into Mr. Sherwood"s room--there are two beds there-- we shall be able to give the party yours."
"I have no objection if he hasn"t," said the cattle dealer.
"I have none whatever," said Walter, cheerfully.
"Then we can fix it. I am sure I am very much obliged to you both. By the way, Mr. Sherwood, there was a boy here a little while since who was anxious to find out what room you occupied, also what room was Professor Robinson"s."
"A boy?" repeated Walter, puzzled.
"Yes, a village boy--Oren Trott."
"I don"t know any such boy."
"He is a good, industrious lad."
"That may all be, but what does he want to know about my room for?"
"That"s the question I put to him. I found him very close-mouthed at first, but finally he admitted that he was employed by some man--a stranger in the village--to find out."
Walter and the cattle dealer exchanged glances. The same thought had come to each.