“How long will it take for an answer to come back?” McCormick asked eagerly.
“All depends. Couple of hours, anyhow.”
The Yale man frowned. Two hours seemed a long time to wait, but there was no help for it. As he turned away from the window, his eyes fell upon the dapper Joblots standing quietly beside him.
“Humph!” he exclaimed in surprise. “What are you doing here? Where’d you leave the horse?”
Percy gasped.
“Thaketh alive! Outthide, of courthe. You thouldn’t have left me alone with him. I never could thand hortheth.”
“Idiot!” growled McCormick, rushing to the door.
He gave an exclamation of relief as he saw the animal safely tied, and then turned back to Joblots.
“You’ve got about an hour to wait for your train,” he said shortly. “I’m going for a walk, so I’ll say good-by to you now.”
The little fellow seemed reluctant to part company with the Yale man, but Archie had reached the point when very little more of the other’s company would drive him distracted, so he made short work of the parting and hurried out of the station to the street and thence for a tramp along the country road.