Dusk came, and then, nervous over the continued absence of his eccentric partner, Fairchild started uptown.
The usual groups were in front of the stores, and before the largest of them Fairchild stopped.
"Do any of you happen to know a fellow named Harry Harkins ?" he asked somewhat anxiously.

The answer was in the affirmative.

A miner stretched out a foot and surveyed it studiously.
"Ain't seen him since about five o'clock," he said at last.

"He was just starting up to the mine then." "To the mine?
That late?
Are you sure ?" "Well--I dunno.

May have been going to Center City.