it was all his pig-headedness!" But about ten o'clock Mr. Banger was released and made his way back, quite put out with life and with the ways of administering justice in these United States. He had not thought of Philip and Gerald and of their mysterious detention. But it surprised him to now infer, from what Joe said, that they had not yet been able to get replies from their friends.
"Things must be decidedly out of order somewhere," he exclaimed to Joe, as they were sitting together in the office, chatting about the day's affairs. From the bar-room came the sound of a few voices, and the hotel was settling down for the night.
"Does that young fellow seem to have as much money about him as he'd ought to—by what he said to me?"
"I don't know," Joe replied. "You told me not to bother 'em."
"I wonder if his story is all made out of cloth that will wash? To look at either of the two would make one suppose so. But I've been sold before now by people, old and young."
As he spoke Philip walked in sight. He had
