"You are sure that you saw him, Dick?" asked Sam.
"I am positive. Boys, do you know what I think? I think he is a sharper, and imagines he has three green country boys with money to deal with."
"Well, if he thinks that he is much mistaken," was Tom's comment. "In the first place we are not so very green, and in the second our cash account is rather limited."
"We spoke about a mine, and he may imagine that we carry several thousands of dollars with us."
"If he's a sharper why did he try to find Wumble for us?" asked
Sam.
This was a poser and Dick did not pretend to answer it.
The dinner finished, they walked forth once more and down into the heart of the city.
They soon found what looked to be a fairly good hotel, and engaged a large room with two beds for the night.
"Now we can take a look around," said Tom.
The best part of the afternoon was spent in sight-seeing, and the boys visited Lincoln Park, Jackson Park, the museum, menagerie, Masonic Temple, and numerous other points of interest.