Dade demurred. He had not yet seen anything of Merriwell, although it seemed that Frank had been given plenty of time to arrive. He plied his companions with questions, sparring for more time.
And while he was doing so a door behind Harrigan's back swung open a little. It was enough to give Morgan a glimpse of Merriwell outside. Frank made a signal, and then the door closed.
Immediately Morgan seemed suddenly to agree to the proposals of his companions.
"Oh, all right," he said carelessly. "If you won't make the matter clear to me, then take me to this gentleman you call the chief. Perhaps he'll enlighten me."
"He will, me lad," nodded Harrigan. "Come on. We'll call a cab."
"Then he's not stopping in this hotel?"
"Never a bit of it," said Harrigan. "He has a prejudice against hotels. He's stopping with a friend at a private house."
They went to the office, where a cab was ordered.
As they left the Iroquois and entered the cab Dade looked round in vain for a glimpse of Frank, but he was not to be seen.
It was a long drive through the streets of Buffalo. At first Dade tried to keep track of the course, but soon the many turns and changes of direction confused him, and he gave it up.