They separated, and both kept in sight of the man, who did not seem to fear pursuit or dream any one was shadowing him.
He led them straight to an antiquated story and a half Creole cottage, shaded by a large willow tree, the branches of which touched the sides and swept the round tiles of the roof. The foliage of the old tree half concealed the discolored stucco, which was dropping off in many places.
Over the door was a sign which announced that it was a café. The door was open, and, in the first room could be seen some men who were eating and drinking at a table. There was another room beyond.
The man the boys had followed entered the cottage, passed through the first room, speaking to the men at the table, and disappeared into the room beyond.
Frank and Barney paused outside.
"Are yez goin' to folly him, Frankie, b'y?" asked the Irish lad.
"To be sure I am."
"There's no tellin' pwhat koind av a nest ye will get inther."
"I'll have to take my chances on that."
"Thin Oi'm wid yez."