"I see him. What of him?"
"He's from New York—a fellow who used to come sneaking around father's office, trying to gather information about mining shares."
"Gee shoo, Dick! Yer don't mean it!" Jack Rasco was all attention instantly. "Maybe he's the rascal as knocked yer dad over?"
"Perhaps. If I—There is a man joining him."
"I've seen thet chap afore. 'Pears ter me he works fer the government."
"Do you know his name?"
"No. Wot's the other fellow's handle?"
"Dike Powell. He is known as a Wall street sharper. I wish I could hear what the two have to say to each other. Yet I don't want Dike Powell to see me."
"It's easy enough, lad. Thar's a window close to the table, an' it's open. We'll walk out on the veranda, and get under the opening. Come."
In a second more they were outside. Tiptoeing their way across the veranda, which was deserted, they soon found themselves close to the open window mentioned.