CHAPTER IV. TRACKING THE THIEF.
With some agitation Scott addressed the clerk. "Has the gentleman who came with me left the hotel?" he asked.
"Yes," was the answer, "about an hour since."
"Isn't he coming back?"
"No. He told me to tell you that he was called suddenly to the West. He will write to you from Buffalo."
Scott felt limp and helpless. He turned pale and clung to the counter for support.
He was only a boy, and he realized that with his companion went half his scanty means.
"Didn't Mr. Lane take breakfast here?" he asked. "Perhaps he is still here."
"No; he said he could not wait. He wanted to catch the early train. It is strange he didn't tell you he was going. You are young to be left alone."