Hollywood? Ambrose stared at him in amazement.
Why, of course, they'd be after you now. I thought that's where you'd be going.
No, I'm not going to Hollywood, Ambrose asserted with more firmness than was customary with him. I'm going to New Mexico.
Hm! Booked on the Chief?
Yes.
Well, I'll meet you tomorrow night. I'm only going as far as Kansas City, but I guess they'll have to take Abel Morris on the Chief if he says so.
He shook Ambrose's hand warmly and disappeared.
