“They’ll get away!”
“No! I’m going to follow them.”
“I’m with you.”
But Dick knew he could shadow the two far better without the aid of Buckhart, so he insisted that Brad stay back and watch him from a distance.
From a main part of the town Dick shadowed Arlington and Kennedy over that portion known as The Harbor. Buckhart saw him take that direction and then lost sight of him. But Brad was satisfied that Arlington and Kennedy had made for The Harbor, and he followed cautiously.
Dick was peering in at the window of one of the wretched saloons of that quarter, when he heard some one approaching. He stepped back, hugging close to the corner of the house, and Brad would have passed.
“Here, you!” whispered Dick. “Hold up, old man. Come here.”
Brad stopped in surprise.
“Is that you, pard?” he asked, in a low tone.
“Sure thing. Come here where you’ll not be seen if any one comes along.”