He thought of a thousand things.
He wondered what had become of Carter, and more than once he looked back, as if he expected to see Nick on his trail.
At a fashionable saloon he stopped long enough to gulp down something for his nerves, and then he hastened on again.
Suddenly he stopped, and then dropped into the shadow of a large building.
A man was crossing the street—coming toward him.
His heart took a great leap into his throat, for it was the very man he was hunting for—his father.
Claude stood in the shadows and watched him like a hawk.
He could not take his eyes off the old man, and as he neared him he debated in his mind what to do.
As the millionaire stepped upon the sidewalk within a few feet of him the son darted forward and clutched him by the arm.
“Father!” he cried.