“I don’t believe so. I saw him turn once or twice, but I am sure he did not suspect we were trailing him.”
Jack moved on.
“Here’s a little alley,” he called back to Frank. “Maybe he ducked in here.”
“Well, take my advice and don’t go fooling around there in the dark,” advised Frank. “It’s darker than pitch there. A man in the alley could see you, and if he were there, he’d crack your skull before you even saw him.”
“Oh, I’m not going to try it,” said Jack. “I was just wondering; that’s all.”
“As long as you stay outside and wonder, it’s all right, I guess,” said Frank.
But events so shaped themselves that they were not to stay out of the dark alley. Jack’s sharp ears caught the sound of a body moving in the alley.
“There is some one in there,” he called excitedly to Frank. “I’m going after him.”
“Hold on,” cried Frank. “Come back here,” he added as Jack started forward.
But it was too late. Jack had already disappeared in the darkness. Drawing his revolver, Frank also sprang forward.