Satterly’s was a carriage shop, and Ben found what he wanted there. He made an inquiry as to trains, and learned that one would pass for Woodville in about half an hour.
He strolled leisurely towards the depot, the screws in his pocket, and was turning a street corner when a vehicle going at a good stiff pace passed him.
It flashed by him quickly, but not until its driver was seen and recognized by Ben.
“Hello!” exclaimed Ben. “That’s the man I saw talking with Tom Shallock in Woodville—the man I am looking for!”
The next moment Ben changed his course, darting down the street in hot pursuit of the man in the gig.
CHAPTER XIV
THE MYSTERIOUS PIN
“That man has got a mighty good horse,” was Ben’s comment, as he sped down the street.
On the former occasion, when Ben had seen the man in Woodville, the horse had sprinted up at a touch. Now the animal trotted along at a still better pace.
“I can never overtake him on foot,” thought our hero, “I mustn’t lose sight of this man till I find out who he is and where he lives.”