He was so insistent, and nodded in such a peculiar way that Bart realized something unusual was in the wind. Pulling Ned and Frank close to him, Fenn whispered:
“I think some pickpockets are trying to rob us. I’ve brought my money with me. Let’s get out of here.”
The boys made a quick turn in the crowd, and worked their way to where the press was not so thick. Fenn led the way, looking back to see if the men were following.
They were. The man with the sinister face, and his companion, were trailing close after the boys.
“Come on!” cried Fenn, suddenly breaking into a run.
But the men were not to be so easily left behind. They, too, quickened their pace, and pursued the four chums, though what their motive was the boys could only guess.