s they rode along the half-hidden trail, he questioned Dan Baxter
more closely than ever, and as a result learned as much as he cared
to know. He realized that the former bully was hard up and ready to
do almost anything to make some money. What he had possessed, he had
spent in gambling and other forms of fast living.

"Perhaps I can put you in the way of making some money," said Sack
Todd slowly. "That is, if you are not over particular as to what it
is," he added, looking at Baxter sharply.

"I'm not looking for hard work, thank you," was the ready answer. "I
am not used to that sort of thing, and couldn't stand it."

"This sort of work would be easy enough. But it would require
judgment--and a little nerve at first."

"Well, I think I have fairly good judgment, and, as for nerve--why,
try me, that's all."

"Then there is another point to the business. You'd have to drive
some pretty sharp bargains."

"I can do that."

"Sometimes the goods are not exactly as represented--"

"I guess I understand, and that wouldn't stop me," and Dan Baxter
grinned. "But I'd want pretty good pay."

"I think I can make that suitable--after we know each other better,"
said Sack Todd.

He continued to draw Baxter out, and hinted at a scheme to make big
money. At last, the former bully of Putnam Hall could stand it no longer.

"See here," he cried. "If you mean business, spit out what is in your
mind. You can trust me with anything. I am not of the milk-and-water
sort. I am out for money, first, last and all the time."

"Then you are a fellow after my own heart," answered the man. "I
reckon we can come to terms. But not just yet."

"Well, I've got to have something pretty quick. I am next to dead-broke."

"Perhaps I can help you out a bit."

"I wish you would."

"Here is twenty dollars. I reckon that will prove that I am taking
an interest in you." And the bright, crisp bill was handed over.

"Money talks!" cried Dan Baxter. He gazed at the bank note in genuine
pleasure. "I am much obliged."

"Here is where I must leave you," went on Sack Todd as they reached
a crossing in the trails. "Keep right on, and you'll soon come in
sight of Cottonton. Meet me there to-night at the Planters' Rest."

"I will."

"You had better keep out of sight--if those Rovers are on your trail."

"Trust me to lay low," said Baxter with a short laugh.

In another moment the former bully of Putnam Hall found himself alone.
Sack Todd had g