"All right."
The boys walked off and around the corner into the street where the cars were running.
"I don't like him at all," exclaimed Dick. "I believe he is tip to some game."
"Oh, you may be too suspicious," declared Sam. "What game can he be up to? He was kind enough to help us hunt up this Jack Wumble."
"I don't care—his manner doesn't suit me at all. He's a sneak, if ever there was one."
The boys walked on for a distance of several blocks, and then coming to a nice-looking restaurant went in for dinner.
While they were eating Dick happened to glance out of the show window of the place and gave a low cry.
"What is it, Dick?" asked Tom.
"I thought as much. That man is watching us."
Sam and Tom gave a look, but by this time Henry Bradner had disappeared from view.