"I'm glad to hear it. Now I am off, or I will be left behind."
And with a hearty grasp of Robert's hand the would-be actor hurried down the street. Robert gazed after him meditatingly.
"I hope his engagement proves all he wishes," he thought. "But I am afraid he is running up against a tremendous disappointment."
Retiring to his room, Robert wrote a long letter to Dick Marden, telling of the receipt of the money orders and of his interview with Herman Wenrich. He also mentioned Le Fevre and Hammerditch and asked for the order from Felix Amberton for the map. At first he thought to put in about the stolen money and the watch, but then reconsidered the matter.
"I'll wait, since the map is not to be paid for," he said to himself. "Perhaps the police will catch the sharpers. If the worst comes to the worst I guess I can scrape up enough money to take me to Timberville without applying to Mr. Marden for more."
The letter finished, Robert went down to the post-office to post it. There now seemed nothing to do but to wait, and he returned to his boarding house worn out with the exertions of the day.
A good sleep made the youth feel much better, and while he was eating his breakfast he began to deliberate upon what to do during the time in which he would have to wait for an answer from his miner friend.
The front door bell rang, and presently he heard somebody ask to see the landlady of the house.
"Please, mum, a gentleman to see you," said Mary, coming into the dining room.
Mrs. Gibbs, the landlady, went into the parlor at once, thinking the newcomer might be somebody for board.