“That’s so,” returned the young gymnast. “He said he would get square.”
“Who is Jack Darrow?” questioned the landlord.
Matters were quickly explained.
“You had no right to let our baggage go,” said Leo severely.
“Can’t we go after the fellow? I’ll drive you to his house, if you know where it is.”
The landlord was very anxious to help them, realizing that he had “put his foot into it.” The matter was talked over for several minutes, and it was decided to take a fast team of horses and drive back to Raymondsville and ascertain where Jack Darrow resided.
Five minutes later found Leo, Carl and Mr. Cook on the way. They made fast time, and soon drove up to the first of the line of stores in the next town.
“Jack Darrow is a worthless scamp,” said the storekeeper. “He hasn’t any regular home, but I fancy you can find him hanging around Budd’s livery stable most any time.”
“We can if he’s not in hiding,” said Carl in a low voice, as they drove off again.
The town being a small one it was easy to find the livery stable mentioned. Outside of the building sat two hostlers talking and smoking.