Honey mentioned it last night.

Why ?" "Oh, nothing." Jerry shouldered his fork and went off to where a jug of water was buried in the hay beside a certain boulder which marked the spot.

He drank long, stopped for a short gossip with Charley, who strolled over for a drink, and went to work on another row.
Bud watched him, and wondered if Jerry had changed rows to avoid further talk with him; and whether Jerry had merely been trying to get information from him, and had either learned what he wanted to know, or had given up the attempt.

Bud reviewed mentally their desultory conversation and decided that he had accidentally been very discreet.
The only real bit of information he had given Jerry was the fact that he was not "on the dodge"-- a criminal in fear of the law--and that surely could harm no man.
That he intended to run against Boise on Sunday was common knowledge; also that he had a hundred dollar forfeit up on the race.

And that he was going to a dance with Honey was of no consequence that he could see.
Bud was beginning to discount the vague warnings he had received.