CHAPTER XX
When Rogues Fall Out
Hanleigh, who had taken up his quarters in a small bungalow at the eastern limits of Bayport, had made an appointment for that evening with Tad Carson and Ike Nash, the two youths who had taken him to Cabin Island in their ice-boat on the occasion of his first meeting with the Hardy boys.
An alarm clock ticking on the kitchen table showed the hour as eight o’clock. Hanleigh, listening to the rising wind, made a gesture of impatience.
“What’s the matter with them?” he growled. “Can’t they ever get here when I tell them?”
He was obliged to wait another ten minutes before the door of the bungalow opened, and Ike Nash slouched in, followed by his companion.
They tossed their caps on the table and nodded coolly to Hanleigh.
“I thought I told you to be here at half-past seven!”
Tad Carson shrugged.
“That’s the time you told us, all right. We just couldn’t make it.”
“Keep me cooling my heels while you shoot another game of pool, I suppose!” snapped the man.