“Or a little later.”
“He may show up by that time.”
“I haven’t much hope of it,” replied Chick, a bit anxiously. “I’ve got it on me good and hard, a genuine hunch, Patsy, that something has gone wrong with him.”
“You’re most generally right, Chick, when you feel like that.”
Chick made no reply, but began pacing the floor.
An hour passed, and brought no sign of Nick.
At half-past four Chick could restrain his impatience no longer.
“Come on!” he abruptly exclaimed, catching up his hat. “We’ll get a move on.”
Patsy started up from the couch, on which he was having a pull at his pipe.