“No; you made a mistake.”
“Now, don’t try that game on me!” growled the man. “It’s your way of attempting to get out of paying the tenner you promised.”
“No; I shall pay you, for you did the best you could. It was not your fault that you made a mistake in the mass of carriages at the depot.”
“Didn’t make no mistake,” asserted the cabby, sullenly.
“Well, it’s useless to argue over it,” said Merry, as he gave the man the promised ten dollars. “I am sure you made a mistake.“
“Think I couldn’t follow Bill Dover and his spotted nigh hawse?” exploded the driver. “I couldn’t have missed that hawse if I’d tried.”
Frank saw one of the horses attached to the other cab was spotted. He had noticed that peculiarity about one of the horses attached to the cab the mysterious woman had entered.
“It’s the same horse!” exclaimed Merry.
“’Course it is,” nodded the driver.
The man had paid his fare and was carelessly sauntering into the hotel. As he disappeared through the door-way, Frank sprang to the door of the other cab, flung it wide open, and looked in, more than half expecting to discover the woman still inside.