Neither had had any luck.
In five minutes Gus arrived.
“I thought I saw him,” he said. “I tried to follow, but at the end of the block I found I was mistaken.”
“So we are now no further ahead than we ever were,” remarked Oliver, somewhat bitterly.
“Never mind; we won’t despair,” replied Mr. Whyland. “Remember, we have not been a whole day at the hunt.”
“I’m not despairing; but the sooner we find this man the better.”
All three were now, not only tired out, but tremendously hungry. Mr. Whyland led the way to a neighboring restaurant, and here they indulged in a substantial dinner.
“Now, what next?” asked Gus.
“I’m going around to that hotel, and then the mining board again,” said Oliver. “I shall look for him by appearance, not by name now.”