“I—I don’t feel very well,” he said presently in a feeble tone.
“Must be the sun,” said Cummings. “I’d better call a hack and take you to the hotel. The sun often effects newcomers like that.”
“I wish you’d get a rig,” said Jack feebly, preventing himself from falling forward on the table only by a rigid effort.
Cummings jumped to his feet and hurried from the place.
“That native stuff worked quicker than I thought,” he muttered. “Now to get a rig and meet Jarrold. I guess he’ll think I’ve done a good job. Anyhow, I’m getting square on that conceited young fool for losing me my position.”
[CHAPTER XXIV—KIDNAPPED]
A rig was passing and Cummings hailed the driver.
“There’s a sick man in here and I want you to give me a hand to get him out, and drive where I tell you,” he said. “You’ll be paid well if you don’t ask questions.”
“Dere’s been berry many sick mans come out’n Mother Jenny’s,” volunteered the man with a grin as he pulled up his aged horse.
“You just keep your mouth shut. That’s all I want you to do,” said Cummings with a scowl.