"I thought you were going to call on Sinclair."
"So I was, but after you left I decided to take a walk in another direction. I met John, and engaged him to take me to drive."
"Are you going home now?"
"Yes, I think so. Can you take me to the hotel, John?"
"Yes," answered his companion readily.
"Then we will follow along behind Mr. Bowman."
Of course there could be no private conversation, so John and he spoke on indifferent topics. When they reached the hotel Fred jumped from the buggy.
"Good-by, John," he said. "You will hear from me soon," he added in a significant tone.
Then he joined Bowman, who was wholly unsuspicious of the disaster that had befallen him.
"I should like to go over to Sinclair's," thought Fred, "but I suppose Bowman will expect me to keep him company."