They did full justice to the spread, and then the young man lit a cigar, and Bob followed him out on a side piazza, which was almost deserted.
Frank had hardly seated himself, when a door at the end of the piazza opened, and James Casco came out.
The scar-faced fellow had been drinking freely, and the habitual scowl upon his face was deeper than ever.
“So you are here, eh?” he said, abruptly.
Frank stared at him.
“Did you address me?” he demanded, coolly.
“I did, and you know it. What do you mean by following me?”
“I was not aware I was following you.”
“It’s false!” cried Casco. “You’ve been following me all the way from New York.”
The young man jumped to his feet.