Low’s horse and wagon were at the door of the station.
Nick got in and drove to the stable where he had hired a horse.
There he explained what had happened to the horse, paid the damage, and returned the saddle and bridle that he had picked up on the way back with his prisoner.
Then he went to the hotel in the hope of finding Patsy.
He made the round of the rooms on the ground floor without finding him.
As he was passing the desk, the clerk spoke to him.
“Excuse me,” said he, “but aren’t you Mr. Carter?”
“I am,” said Nick.
“There’s a young man waiting here to see you. Your assistant told me to point him out to you as soon as you came in.”