"After all, they ain't apt to show themselves for a while yet, Harry. Both know the game is up, and that we'll be on the lookout for them to escape. They'll expect us to make a bee line for the railroad depots the first thing. Therefore, they'll shun the stations."
"You think they'll remain concealed around the swamp a while?"
"It's more than likely. Now that we've got the railroad guarded so they can't escape, it will be best for us to watch the swamp, and I think we'll find them lurking there until they think the excitement blows over. They won't expect us to look for them there. That will make our task all the easier, Harry."
"Suppose we secrete ourselves there to-night, then?"
"I'm agreeable. If we can pounce upon the pair while they're asleep, we will be spared the difficulty of a fight in taking them."
They finally reached the Dalton house in time for luncheon.
Both the old broker and his daughter greeted them warmly.
The detectives advised him not to go to New York, or to let on to any one that he was alive, until they had captured his enemies.
After supper, the Bradys departed for the swamp.
When they got around on the south side of the swamp, they heard the murmur of voices coming from a dense thicket.