I found 'em thar in the mornin', and Bill told me how they come to be thar--leastwise 'bout himself, fer Moore had got up an' gone afore I got down." "I see! And these New York people--they are still here ?" "They wus all three down ter breakfast; ain't seen nuthin' of 'em since; I reckon they're up-stairs somewhar." "What became of Lacy ?" "He's down in his saloon; he sed if you showed up, an' asked fer him, ter tell yer that's whar he'd be." "He told you that?
He expected me to show up then ?" "I reckon as how he did," and Timmons grinned in drunken good humour.
"He's pretty blame smart, Bill Lacy is; he most allars knows whut's goin' ter happen." He leaned over the desk and lowered his voice.

"If yer do hunt him up, Jim," he said confidentially, "you better go heeled." Westcott laughed.

The first shock of the discovery of Miss Donovan's disappearance had passed, and he was himself again.

He must have time to think and arrange some plan and, above all, must retain a clear mind and proceed coolly.
"All right, old man," he said easily.

"I'll try and look out for myself.