But the boy was nowhere to be seen, and at once his courage arose, and he concluded that Robert had given up the chase. He counted his money and found that he had exactly a dollar and ten cents left. The balance of the cash had been paid over to the saloon keeper and to Robert. "I guess I'll git anudder drink," he murmured, and rolled over to the nearest dive. Here in less than half an hour every cent that had been left was spent, and then Pat started for home. He could not walk straight, and frequently bumped up against those he passed. He had passed less than three blocks when he espied Mike coming toward him. "Bedad, I can't let him see me!" he reasoned, and tried to steer out of sight. But Mike was too quick for him, and the pair confronted each other at the entrance to a lumber yard. "Well, how much did yer git?" was Mike's first question. "Didn't git nuthin," answered Pat boldly. "Yer got a whole handful of money," retorted Mike. "I want half, do yer mind dat?" "I ain't got nuthin," was all Pat could answer. A wordy quarrel followed, and then the two roughs came to blows. They were encouraged to fight by the by-standers, who loved nothing better than to witness a "scrap," and it was not until a policeman came up that the encounter came to an end. Each contestant had a bloody nose, and their eyes were so swollen they could scarcely see out of them. "You're both good for sixty days in jail," said the officer of the law, and marched them to headquarters. Instead of sixty, each got ninety days, and I think my readers will agree with me that they richly deserved their sentences. CHAPTER XXXII. ROBERT DELIVERS THE PRECIOUS MAP. "There aint no train now, boss," said the hack driver, after receiving his directions from Robert. "I don't want to catch a train; I want to catch a couple of thieves who want to make off with my valise," answered our hero. "Did you forget the valise?" "No, they have stolen my baggage check." "Oh, that's it! Well, I'll get you to the depot in short order." Away went the hack at a rate of speed which was far from agreeable so far as riding was concerned. But, disagreeable as it was, it pleased Robert, and soon the railroad station came in sight. "There are the fellows who are after my bag!" cried our hero, as the hack came to a halt. He had espied Hammerditch and Le Fevre making their way to the baggage room. "You are certain they are after the valise? Perhaps you may be mistaken," went on the driver, who was a rather elderly man and cautious. "I'll watch them and make sure," said Robert. Taking his station behind the baggage room door, our hero saw the Englishman and the French Canadian approach the baggage master. "I am after my valise," said the Englishman, producing Robert's check. "My son left it here a few hours ago. I have concluded to remain in Muskegon over night."