“No, I can’t spare the time. I must keep right after him. I can eat somewhere along the way. Now I’m off again. Good bye.”
“It looks as if he would get him,” said Dan, when the detective had closed the door.
“I hope he does. He seems like a good officer.”
Three days went by, and no word came from the detective. Dan was beginning to lose hope, and it vanished completely when, on the following day a telegram came from the officer, stating that he had again lost track of the man. The detective added that he would be in Hayden that night, to start on a new clue.
“He’s got to begin all over again,” said Dan, in a despondent tone. “And my trial comes off in about two weeks. If Galt is not arrested they may convict me.”
“Don’t worry, Dan. Somehow I feel as if something was going to happen—something good.”
“I wish it would hurry up and happen then.”
“You must get your mind off your trouble. Suppose you take a ride with me. I have to drive over to Tompkins Corners to see about some machinery. The ride will do you good.”
“I should like to go.”
“Then get ready, and I’ll have the carriage here in a little while.”