"For lack of anything else to do," Scotty said. "Can't tell. We've nothing to lose, anyway."
Rick watched the mate reach the opposite sidewalk, then stand uncertainly for a moment, looking back across the street. Then, evidently satisfied, he started off at a brisk walk. It was almost as though he had looked to see if anyone were coming after him, Rick thought.
"Scotty's right," he said quickly. "Let's go after him."
Jerry started the car and pulled away from the curb. He grinned at Rick. "Good thing it's Saturday. No paper until Monday morning, so I've plenty of time. But tell me what to do. I'm green at this business."
"Go slow," Rick said. "Watch him."
The mate reached a corner, looked behind him, then turned down the side street.
"Go after him," Rick directed. "Go right on by him and don't anyone look at him. Cap'n, better crouch down. He knows you, but he doesn't know the rest of us."
Jerry swung into the side street and picked up speed. From the corner of his eye Rick saw the mate walking rapidly. He told Jerry to turn right at the next corner and to slow down. The blocks were short; the mate would pass the corner in a moment.
"Do you know where he lives?" Rick asked the captain.
"Not on this side of town. He lives out in the district toward the main road."