"I hope we meet again," said the gentleman, and after a few more words they parted, Shotmore going over to have his money order cashed without further delay,—he being already known at the post-office.
From the directory in the drug store Robert had obtained Herman Wenrich's address. The old lumberman lived on the outskirts of the city, on the other side of the Chicago River, and the youth set off for the place, little dreaming of what trouble his visit was to bring to him.
CHAPTER XIX.
AN UNEXPECTED ATTACK.
Andy Cross ran for several blocks after leaving Charles Shotmore and Robert so unceremoniously. Then he turned into a large office building and took the elevator to one of the upper floors.
Here he felt himself tolerably safe from pursuit.
He stood at a hall window, which overlooked the street, and gazing down saw a friend walking along on the opposite sidewalk.
"Jim Huskin," he murmured. "I wonder if he has anything new on?"