And then Jimmie Dale shrugged his shoulders.

He had evidently been mistaken, after all.

He was overexcited; his nerves were raw--that, perhaps, was the solution.

Meanwhile, every minute was counting, if Whitey Mack and Lannigan should still be at Bristol Bob's.
He kept on down the Bowery, hurrying with growing impatience through the crowds that massed in front of various places of amusement.

He had not intended to come along the Bowery, and, except for what had occurred, would have taken a less frequented street.