Here were a number of low drinking places, and in front of one of these he stopped. Instead of entering the resort by the main door he went in through a side hallway, which led to a rear room.
"Perhaps he is stopping here," suggested Tom, as the two lads came to a halt.
"Well, if that is so we had better remember the place," answered
Dick.
There was an alleyway alongside of the house, and looking into this the boys saw a light shining out of several windows near the rear of the resort.
"Let us take a peep into the windows," suggested Dick, and led the way.
To let out some of the tobacco smoke the windows were pulled down partly from the top. The bottom sashes were covered with half-curtains of imitation lace, but so flimsy that the boys saw through them without difficulty.
Bradner had just entered this rear room, and was gazing around inquiringly. Now he stalked over to a table near one of the windows, and dropped heavily into a chair.
"I'm afraid the jig is up," he said, addressing somebody on the opposite side of the table.
"What has happened," asked the other person, and now the two Rover boys were amazed to learn that the party was Dan Baxter. The bully had changed his dress and also the style of wearing his hair, and was sporting a pair of nose glasses.
"They have met the real Jack Wumble, and found out that I was fooling them about the hotel."