hone and called the Baldwin residence number.

"Is this Miss Baldwin speaking?" he inquired, using his off-the-field
manner.

"Is my friend, Mr. McCarthy, there?" he inquired when she responded in
the affirmative. "I was to meet him, and he has not appeared."

"Hasn't he arrived at the hotel?" he girl inquired in quick alarm. "He
left here more than three-quarters of an hour ago. Has something
happened to him?"

"I don't know, miss," said Swanson. "I got anxious waiting for him----
You're sure he left your house that long ago?"

"About that--I'm not certain," she said. "He was only here a short
time."

"I expect he had to wait for a car, or else went straight to the
station without stopping here," said Swanson, striving to quiet the
evident alarm of the girl, although his own misgivings were growing.
"He left the house alone, did he?"

"Who are you? Are you a friend of his?" asked the girl anxiously.

"Yes, I'm Swanson, his chum," replied the shortstop. "You needn't
worry, miss, he'll be all right. I'm sorry I worried you about it."

He hung up the receiver and made a hasty tour of the hotel, descended
to the billiard room, peeped into the bar and hurried through the
writing and lounging rooms.

"Five after eleven," he muttered to himself, as he turned from the
desk. "Kohinoor has found he was late and stayed on the car to the
station. I'll grab a taxi and hurry down."

"If he comes in tell him I've gone," he called to the clerk as he
hurried out.

A quarter of an hour later Swanson hurried into the great train shed
where the train was waiting to bear the Bears on their final trip of
the season. Most of the athletes already had sought their berths to
attempt to get to sleep before the train started, as the ride was a
short one and the hours of sleep too few.

"Kohinoor down yet?" asked Swanson in a low tone, as he came near the
trainer.

"Haven't seen him," replied the trainer. "I put his baggage in his
berth. There's a card game in the smoking room, maybe he's in there."

"I'll watch for him at the gate," said Swanson, "he may turn up yet."

Worried and alarmed, Swanson swung back along the train and took his
stand where he could watch the entrances to the station and the great
clock at the same time. Three minutes remained before time for the
train to start. There was a flurry in the crowd at the gates, and a
man broke through to race for the train. Swanson's heart leaped. He
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