He left half an hour ago. I told him so."
"You were evidently mistaken, for I see him just across the room there,"
said Cameron quietly.
"Oh! is he a friend of yours?" enquired the red-faced man.
"No, I don't know him at all, but Tim does, and Tim wants him," said
Cameron, beginning to push his way through the crowd towards the
vociferating Haley, who appeared to be on the point of backing up some
of his statements with money, for he was flourishing a handful of bills
in the face of the young man Sam, who apparently was quite willing to
accommodate him with the wager.
Before Cameron could make his way through the swaying, roaring crowd,
the red-faced man slipped from his side, and in a very few moments
appeared at a side door near Tom Haley's corner. Almost immediately
there was a shuffle and Haley and his friends disappeared through the
side door.
"Hello!" cried Cameron, "there's something doing! We'll just slip around
there, my boy." So saying, he drew Tim back from the crowd and out
of the front door, and, hurrying around the house, came upon Sam, the
red-faced man, and Haley in a lane leading past the stable yard. The
red-faced man was affectionately urging a bottle upon Haley.
"There they are!" said Tim in an undertone, clutching Cameron's arm.
"You get him away and I'll hitch up.
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