Nick expected that the intruder was an employee of the hotel.
Nixon was afraid it was an officer.
It was neither.
It was one of the toughs who had attacked Chick the previous night in the chophouse.
Gilmore had ordered him to follow the carriage.
Nick sprang to his feet, and drew his revolver.
With grins of triumph, Nixon and the thug advanced upon him.
“We’ve got you at last,” hissed the former.
CHAPTER XVIII.
A LONG JUMP.
“The electric drill ought to be working by this time.”