“Too dark. Did you?”
“Well, if it wasn’t Joe Savage, I’m greatly mistaken!”
“Joe Savage?”
“Yes.”
“Here?”
“That’s what.”
“Well, this thing is growing thick. Where is he going?”
Dick peered round the corner and watched the dark figure pass down the street and vanish in the gloom.
“I may have been mistaken,” he admitted; “but I know he had a walk like Joe Savage, was just about the build of Savage, and looked to me in every way like Savage.”
Then he slipped to the window and again peered into the saloon. He was just in time to see a man with a lamp in his hand conduct Arlington and Kennedy into a back room. After a few moments the man came out and closed the door behind him.