Andy did so.
"Now come down. You'll find me here."
An hour later supper was served. Percival Robinson and three other men, likewise patrons of the barroom, sat down. The landlord himself was one of the party.
"Where is the kid?" he asked.
"I saw him go out an hour ago," said one of the guests.
"He has probably come back and is in his room," said Robinson. "I will go up and call him."
He went upstairs quickly and entered the room assigned to Andy and himself. It was empty.
"The boy has taken a long walk," he said to himself.
Then he looked about for Andy's grip. It occurred to him that he would have a good opportunity to examine its contents.
He started in surprise and dismay, for the grip was gone.