Across the street, near the side door of the hotel, stood an old-fashioned closed hack. The driver lay curled up across his seat, asleep. The horses stood with drooping heads.
Henry gazed intently at the dingy vehicle. Slowly his eyes narrowed. He looked again at his watch. Then he moved deliberately across the way and woke the cabman.
'Hey!' he cried, as the man fumblingly put on his hat and blinked up the street and down. 'Hey, you! What'll you take to drive to Sunbury?'
'Sunbury? Oh, that's a long way. And it's pretty late at night.'
'I know all that! How much'll you take?'
The cabman pondered.
'How many?'
'Two.'
'Fifteen dollars.'
'Oh, say I, that's twice too much! Why——'