He looked after her forebodingly, then turned his eyes toward the Palace Hotel.

The editor of the "Herald" was seated under the awning, with his chair tilted back against a post, gazing dreamily at the murky red afterglow in the west.
"What's the use of tryin' to bother him with it ?" old Tom asked himself.
"He'd only laugh." He noted that young William Todd sat near the editor, whittling absently.

Martin chuckled.

"William's turn to-night," he muttered.

"Well, the boys take mighty good care of him." He locked the doors of the Emporium, tried them, and dropped the keys in his pocket.
As he crossed the Square to the drug-store, where his cronies awaited him, he turned again to look at the figure of the musing journalist.