cent," asserted Markham. "It's a mean, malicious trick of the old reprobate to persecute my friend, Frank Newton. Can they stop the car?"
The station agent shrugged his shoulders dubiously.
"They won't get any help from me," he said. "That man asked me where the car was. I told him to find out—I wasn't hunting for it. I'd like nothing better than to delay him for two hours. By five o'clock the north freights will have left the yards. Once out of the county, that furniture would be safe."
"Thank you," said Markham. "I'll see what I can do."
He ran out of the depot forthwith. Sherry had crossed the road. Markham saw him coming out of one of the taverns lining the street in that immediate vicinity.
Sherry had one or two men with him with whom he had evidently been treating. They walked along with him until they reached another haunt of the same class, and went in there.
Markham got in a doorway near the entrance to the place. In a few minutes Sherry came out to the street.
He had his hat stuck back and his head up by
