“Sure! I knocked, and heard somebody stirrin’ in the room. I’m sure of that. So, when he didn’t say, ‘Come in,’ I knocked again. ‘It’s Hank Low,’ says I, loud and sharp. ‘Ef you want to see me, speak up quick, fer I ain’t got any time to waste on ye.[{24}]’
“Thar wa’n’t no answer to that, so I sung out that he might go to the devil, and I waltzed downstairs fast.
“I was kind o’ ’fraid he might call me back, and I didn’t want to hear him, for I was as mad as a hornet, and I was afraid that ef him and me got together thar’d be trouble.”
“Did you leave the hotel at once?”
“Yep. Druv straight home, and didn’t see him then, nor since.”
“Did you notice any excitement around the hotel as you drove away?”
“Excitement? Reckon not. A feller I know spoke to me, but I was too dum mad to answer him decent.”
“But didn’t you notice anything else?”
Low thought a moment.
“Now I think of it,” he said, “I do remember seein’ two or three men runnin’ down the street at the side of the hotel, but I was so dum mad that I didn’t turn my head. The hull town mought ha’ been on fire fer all I cared. I was thinkin’ of how I’d been cheated.”