Carter followed him inside.
A number of men were leaning up against the bar.
Lem Samson, a tall, burly, broad-shouldered, red-faced man, with an ugly scar over his left temple, was serving out the drinks.
Darwin stepped up to the bar and spoke to Samson.
Carter got near them, and heard what was said.
“Have you seen Brockey?” Darwin asked.
“He hasn’t been in this evening,” Samson replied. “Did you expect to meet him to-night?”
“I did.”
“Go into the back room and wait.”
“Is any one in there?”