In a moment he ran across Chick.
“I was looking for you,” said Nick, shortly.
“Here I am.”
“Did you see me leave the place with that man?”
“Sure; and it was a heap of fun to see the proprietor and the waiters wondering over the two men you left in the stall.”
“Are they badly hurt?”
“No, you can’t kill people of that stamp. One’s got a black eye and the other a lame neck.”
“Did any one shadow us out?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”