“You won’t want the rooms to-morrow,” was the reply.
“I hope not.”
Then Nixon came back and announced that the carriage was waiting.
The doctor and Nixon took Chick by the feet and shoulders, and carried him to the street door of the chophouse.
Then Gilmore called Nixon to the back end of the room, to a place where the doctor could not overhear what was being said.
“What do you think of this?” he asked.
“Of what?”
“Taking Chick away.”
“I don’t like it.”
“Well,” said Gilmore, with an oath, “I don’t like it either. He may escape.”