He ran down the platform and swung himself, puffing, upon the rear steps
of the receding train. Harvey stared a moment, then slowly walked out to
the elevated. He had not yet learned to follow the rapid working of Jim
Weeks's mind.

In the meantime Mr. Porter was nervous. Being unsuccessful in his search
for Weeks, and seeing the possibility of failure before him, he greeted
the hour of five with a frown; but he realized that there was nothing to
be done. McNally was on the field and must fight it out alone. It was a
quarter after five when he stepped from the elevator at Field's, and
confronted a very reproachful young woman.

"Sorry, dear, but I couldn't get away any sooner."

"What was it, dad? That old railroad?"

"You wouldn't understand it if I told you."

Katherine frowned prettily.

"That's what you always say. Tell me about it."

"Well, it was very important that I should see a man before he saw another
one."

"Did you see him?"

"No, I couldn't find him."

"Does it mean a loss to you, dad?"