"Stop that man! He is a spy of the British!" he cried. "And the man with him is a thief!"
"Better not talk too loud in this place, you saucy young rebel!" growled the landlord, coming forward. "All my customers are respectable persons, and if you don't like 'em, your room is preferable to your company."
From the black looks cast at him, Dick saw that he was likely to get into trouble, the patrons of the place being evidently persons of shady character and Tories. He pushed forward, nevertheless, and, suddenly drawing a pistol, said in a very determined manner:
"If you attempt to stop me you do it at your own risk. One of those men is an enemy to the country and the other an enemy to society, and I purpose to arrest them both."
"Run, Hughson!" muttered the thief. "I'll fix the young rebel. He threw me downstairs last night, and—"
Dick sprang upon the table, leaped to the floor, seized the thief by the collar and dragged him to the door, and then, turning upon the men in the place, said:
"If any one attempts to follow he will get hurt, so I advise you to remain where you are!"
Then, dragging the man out of the door, he said:
"The spy can wait. I have got you and you will have to give an account of yourself. Keep quiet, or I will hand you over to the bailiffs at once. You must know by this time that I am a boy of considerable determination."
They were in the alley by this time, and Dick, with his hand on the man's collar, continued: