“Get somebody to take him to Pete Newell’s stable. I’ll send over for him in the morning.”
“Then I may have him?”
“For five dollars—yes.”
“Here’s your cash.”
Frank had the money out in a moment and into the hand of the hostler.
“Get the saddle on that horse in a hurry!” he exclaimed. “I’ll have to get my satchel from the hotel, but I’ll be back here right away.”
“Horse’ll be ready when you get back.”
Merry made a run for the hotel. Up to his room he dashed, catching up his satchel and securing it over his shoulder by the strap. Down to the office he plunged.
No one there.
He pounded on the desk.