Afraid that Robert would hurry to the railroad station as soon as the loss of the check was discovered, the Englishman did not remain in the drinking place long. At a hotel several squares away he met Le Fevre. "You haf eem?" queried the French Canadian anxiously. "I have, Jean. Come." "Ve vill haf von drink first," was the reply, and they went to the barroom. Here they met several lumbermen they knew, and in consequence it was some time before they could get away from the hotel. One of the lumbermen knew about the Amberton land claim, and thought that it would be a hard matter to dispossess the present incumbent. "Ve vill do eet," grinned Le Fevre. "Ve hold ze vinning cards--not so, Hammerditch?" "That is so," answered Hammerditch. The lumbermen wanted to know the particulars, but the others were not willing to disclose all of their secrets. In the meantime Robert was hunting around for the rough called Pat. Mike he did not care so much about, since it had been Pat who had made off with his belongings. "He didn't get much money," he mused. "But he got that baggage check, and I don't want to lose that." At first he thought to inform the police of what had occurred. He was making for a policeman when he saw Pat coming out of the saloon. The rough had had half a dozen glasses of liquor, and he was in consequence quite hazy in his mind. "You rascal!" cried our hero, catching him by the shoulder. "Give me back what you stole from me." "That's all right, boss--didn't steal nothin'," mumbled Pat. "I say you did--a baggage check and about a dollar in change. Give them up or I'll have you arrested." "Aint got no check," hiccoughed Pat. "An' the money is spent." "Then you come with me." At this the tough grew alarmed, and at last he broke down and confessed that he had got the check for another party who had given him five dollars for it. He had part of the five dollars left, and out of this he gave Robert a sum equal to that which had been stolen. "Who took that check?" demanded our hero, a sudden suspicion crossing his mind. As well as he was able Pat described Hammerditch. "He's goin' ter git sumthin' on de check," he added. "Not if I can prevent it," answered Robert. "He wants to steal my valise. You come with me." "I aint goin' ter!" roared Pat, and breaking away, he started on a clumsy run. Robert could readily have caught him, but concluded not to waste the time. "Hammerditch will be hot-footed after my bag," he thought. "He expects to get that map." He looked around, and espying a hack standing near, leaped in, and ordered the driver to get him to the depot with all possible speed. Pat ran for fully six blocks, and then sank down on a pile of lumber, panting for breath. "I'm in fer it," he groaned, expecting that Robert was at his heels.