They did so, and continued to stroll about for an hour.
Gradually the crowd thinned out, although there were many pedestrians on the street. As they stood for a moment in front of the Herald building on Herald square, Dick, chancing to turn suddenly, became conscious of a pair of eyes looking steadily at his companion. He called the other’s attention to it, and as the latter glanced about the man turned and moved off.
Dick thought no more of the matter until several blocks further along he perceived the same figure slinking furtively after them.
“That man is following us,” he said to Bristow.
The face of the latter grew hard.
“We’ll see,” he said.
At that moment they were passing Forty-second Street, and Bristow swung sharply around the corner. Dick followed him. They walked several blocks, until they stood beneath the tracks of the Sixth Avenue elevated. Here Bristow again turned sharply, and drew up in a doorway. He stopped as Dick came up beside him.
A moment later the figure of the man Dick believed was following them came around the corner. The man’s hat was pulled over his eyes, and he did not glance up as he passed the doorway. Bristow and Dick turned and doubled back around the corner.
“He was after us, all right,” said Bristow with a laugh, “but I guess we have given him the slip.”
But in this he was mistaken.