Rieley was watching him closely this evening, so intently, indeed, that the stranger, with a look of annoyance, swept the chips into his hat and stepping up to the banker cashed them in and walked out of the room. As he emerged from the door he came in violent contact with a man just entering.
"I beg your pardon."
"Not at—by Jove! Moriarity, you here too?"
"Blest if it isn't Jim!"
"Hush! you fool, speak lower."
"Been up bucking the tiger?"
"I've been making a damned fool of myself. Rieley watched me too close for comfort, and I am going to vamoose."
"When?"
"None of your business. I want you to come with me to-night. I must see
Cook."
"Don't do it, Jim. Pinkerton's men are as thick as blackberries. You will run into one of them if you don't lay low.