In the meantime Robert was hunting around for the rough called Pat.
Mike he did not care so much about, since it had been Pat who had made off with his belongings.
"He didn't get much money," he mused. "But he got that baggage check, and I don't want to lose that."
At first he thought to inform the police of what had occurred.
He was making for a policeman when he saw Pat coming out of the saloon. The rough had had half a dozen glasses of liquor, and he was in consequence quite hazy in his mind.
"You rascal!" cried our hero, catching him by the shoulder. "Give me back what you stole from me."
"That's all right, boss—didn't steal nothin'," mumbled Pat.
"I say you did—a baggage check and about a dollar in change. Give them up or I'll have you arrested."
"Aint got no check," hiccoughed Pat. "An' the money is spent."