Clancy, carrying the water-soaked satchel, slopped and splashed his way to the street, followed by his two companions. On the sidewalk the motor wizard paused for a final word with Burton.
"What are you going to do, now that your two pals have passed you up?" Clancy asked.
"I'll work this diving stunt with Mynie Boltwood," Burton answered, "and see if I can't get together a bit of a stake."
"Come around to the Bolingbroke in the morning, Burton, and ask for me."
"Changed your mind? Think you'll turn me over to the police, after all?"
"Haven't any such idea. I think you could be decent, if you'd give your mind to it. What's the matter with turning over a new leaf and trying to be honest from now on?"
"When I want to hear a sermon," sneered Burton, turning on his heel, "I know where to go."
Without pausing to hear or to say anything further, he passed rapidly down the street, and vanished in the night.
"What do you want to see him in the mornin' for?" queried Hill curiously.
"I'd like to grubstake him," answered Clancy.