"Perhaps ze man vill not remain wid heem," suggested Le Fevre.
Satisfied that Robert and his companion would not come out immediately, the pair went to another restaurant and procured a hasty breakfast.
Mr. Porter expected to do considerable business in Muskegon, and breakfast over, he shook Robert by the hand cordially.
"We must part now," he said. "I am glad to have met you, and trust we shall meet again."
"The same to you, Mr. Porter," replied our hero. "I wish you were going to Timberville with me."
"I'm afraid I wouldn't do much there. There is only one small store and two or three sawmills. Of course, they use some hardware, but not a great deal."
And thus they parted.
By consulting a clock Robert found he had still two hours to wait before the departure of the train. Looking at the clock reminded him of his lost watch, and he had remembered how Andy Cross had said that Jim Huskin had left Chicago for Muskegon.
"I would just like to land on that fellow," he said to himself. "He deserves to be in prison quite as much as Cross does."
Walking around to the depot, Robert purchased a ticket for Timberville, made sure that he was right about the train, and had his valise checked straight through.