"Undoubtedly," nodded Harry.
The stranger who had held so much converse with Jim Duff was through
with the barber at last. Though the day was scorchingly hot in this
desert town, the stranger stepped along briskly until he had reached the
hotel.
The Mansion House would scarcely have measured up to the hotel standards
of large cities. Yet it was a very good hotel, indeed, for this part of
Arizona, and the proprietor did all in his power for the comfort of his
guests.
As the stranger ascended the steps to the broad porch he caught sight of
Jim Duff, approaching the doorway from the inside.
"Oh, how do you do?" was Duff's greeting. "Hot, isn't it?"
"Very," nodded the stranger.
"I usually have my luncheon in my room, which is large and airy,"
continued Duff. "As I dislike to eat alone, I have ordered the table
spread for two. I shall be very glad of your company, stranger, if you
care to honor me."
"That is kind of you," nodded the other. "I shall accept with much
pleasure, for I, too, like to eat in good company.
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