"Has Donovan betrayed me?" he muttered. "I will soon find out."
He started for Brooklyn immediately, and toward eleven o'clock entered the saloon at Donovan's.
"Where is the child?" he demanded, sternly.
The rubicund host turned pale.
"She's gone," he cried, "but I couldn't help it, Mr. Hartley. On my honor, I couldn't."
"How did it happen? Tell me at once."
The story was told, Donovan ending by invoking curses upon the boy who had played such a trick upon him.
"You're a fool!" said Hartley, roughly. "I am ashamed of you, for allowing a boy to get the best of you."
"That boy's a fox," said Donovan. "He's a match for the old one, he is. I'd like to break his neck for him."