"I can't stand up against such a crowd alone, But some day it will be different."
"Let us turn down a side road," said Sack Todd. "That will throw 'em off the scent."
He was a good judge of character, and fancied he could read Baxter's story fairly well. The young man had come down in the world, and he was bitter against everybody and everything.
They passed down a side path and then on to a trail that was all but hidden by the grass and bushes.
"It's a short cut to Cottonton," said the man. "We can reach there in no time by this trail. Very few, though, know of the route."
As 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."
