"As it takes about three-quarters of an hour to get down to the bridge,"
said Harry, in anxious tones, "I'm afraid we will reach the Astor House too
late to prevent the consummation of that diamond sale."

"Well, that depends upon how long it is going to take La Croix and his
customer to arrive at a bargain," said Old King Brady, quietly.

He was not very nervous over the matter.

Taking a chew of plug tobacco, he settled back comfortably in his seat,
drew a newspaper from his pocket and began to read the news.

Harry watched him restlessly.

The boy was very impatient.

"I can't understand how you can take it so cool," he muttered.

"What's the good of fuming and fretting? It isn't going to hurry us, is
it?"

"No. But La Croix may beat us."

"Keep cool. The more you worry, the warmer you'll get."

That ride downtown was torture to Young King Brady, and there wasn't a
minute he did not have his watch in his hand and kept counting the minutes
as they slipped by.

It was with a deep sense of relief that he saw the train stop at the bridge