A few minutes passed. Then the door opened, and the negro who had helped to pick Hal up came in.
"A feller wid an empty coach jess drove up," he said, somewhat excitedly.
"It must be Macklin!" exclaimed Hal. "Where is he?"
"Jess gitting ready ter cum in, I reckon, sah."
"We'll go down and meet him," said the policeman, and he led the way.
The door leading to the bar-room was partly of glass. Beaching it, the policeman pointed to a man standing at the bar, gulping down a glass of liquor.
"Is that the chap?" he asked.
Hal gave a look.
"Yes, that's Macklin. Don't let him get away!"
"No fear. I've dealt with many a tough customer, and I know how to handle them."