He had another purpose in making his breakneck ride.

He didn't have a dollar in the Patapsco, and he knew the colonel had not; he, like himself, was too shrewd a man to be bitten twice by the same dog; but he had a large interest in Harry and would leave no stone unturned to bring father and son together.
The colonel again threw himself into his chair, stretched out his slender, well-turned legs, crooked one of his russet-leather riding-boots to be sure the spurs were still in place, and said slowly--rather absently, as if the subject did not greatly interest him: "Patapsco failed and St.George a beggar, eh ?--Too bad!--too bad!" Then some disturbing suspicions must have entered his head, for he roused himself, looked at Gorsuch keenly, and asked in a searching tone: "And you came over full tilt, John, to tell me this ?" "I thought you might help.

St.George needs all the friends he's got if this is true--and it looks to me as if it was," answered Gorsuch in a casual way.
Rutter relaxed his gaze and resumed his position.

Had his suspicions been correct that Gorsuch's interest in Harry was greater than his interest in the bank's failure, he would have resented it even from John Gorsuch.
Disarmed by the cool, unflinching gaze of his man of business, his mind again took up in review all the incidents connected with St.George and his son, and what part each had played in them.
That Temple--good friend as he had always been--had thwarted him in every attempt to bring about a reconciliation between himself and Harry, had been apparent from the very beginning of the difficulty.

Even the affair at the club showed it.