Bob heard and vanished like a tin-canned pup. He was the most relieved youth in Bear Cat. At least he had a reprieve. Mrs. Gillespie would know what to do and how to do it.
If being a married man was like this, he did not wonder that Dud Hollister and Blister Haines felt the way they did toward that holy estate.
CHAPTER IX
THE WHITE FEATHER
At the appointed time Bob sneaked back to the hotel. He hung around the lobby for a minute or two, drifted into the saloon and gambling annex, and presently found himself hanging over the bar because he did not know what else to do with himself.
Was he to go to the room after June and bring her to supper? Or was he to wait until she came out? He wished he knew.
Mollie caught sight of him and put a flea in his ear. “What d’ you think you’re doing here, young fellow, me lad? Get outa this den of iniquity an’ hustle back to the room where the little lady is waitin’ for you. Hear me?” she snorted.
A minute later Bob was knocking timidly on the door of room 9. A small voice told him to come in. He opened the door.