Oliver was deeply chagrined. Was it possible that he had made a mistake in the car?
“It looks like the same car,” he thought; “but then they all look alike.”
Presently the conductor came to him, and Oliver asked him if a Spanish gentleman had been aboard.
“What kind of a looking man?”
Oliver described Colonel Mendix as best he could.
“Yes, he was on; got off two or three blocks back; maybe four,” was the conductor’s reply.
“Thank you,” replied Oliver; and he hopped off the car and started to retrace his steps.
“Too bad he couldn’t have remained on the car a minute longer,” he muttered to himself. “I suppose he has disappeared into some building or down some side street by this time. I’ll go back and take a look around.”
He had proceeded about three blocks when he came face to face with the others.